Molskine Pages- The Animals Don't Want To Know

Her love for him was so akin to hate, she murdered him every time she thought of him. He couldn't see the gathering storm or smell the festering roses.

Moleskine Pages- This Is The Day

This is the day the angel sings, I shall listen to the voice now that I know I am powerless against him.

Moleskine Pages- Landmines

The secrets were never outlined, I negotiated the mines always expecting to be blown skywards. My edges were starting to blur, my eyes to water. Your shadow left me cold and vengeful.

Moleskine Pages- Jaded, Rubied and pearled

Why do they persist in stomping on my ceiling? Why do they keep eating my words? The worms keep inching forward, and trees are devouring my birds.

Soft Boiled Eggs - Moleskine Art

The Texture Of Tears Moleskine Pages

One Hour Equals Five - Moleskine Art

I used to amuse myself at school by counting the bugs/ lizards/ mice in the corners/ walls/ ceilings of the classroom. It really felt as if I was serving a sentence in a crappy third world prison. Once a tiny mouse ran across the classroom only to be skewered by the teacher's stiletto heel! Poor little bugger! as for the pissing man? I don't think I'm ready to spill the beans on that story yet!

Better The Fear We Know - Moleskine Art

Into My Arms Oh Lord - Moleskine Art

I have always dreamed about falling but I usually wake up before I hit the ground.

Lewd Attention - Moleskine Art

Be Gentle - Moleskine Art

It Was Her Fault - Moleskine Art

Ice Cream And Cream - Moleskine Art

Ashes To Ashtrays - Moleskine Art

Love Is Alive And Well

This page was in response to a news story where a woman shot her lover after she caught him in a compromising position with her favourite show cow, now that's a love triangle! Except it was more of a love square as the farmer husband forgave her everything and stood by her. Never let anyone tell you romance is dead!

Newton's Third Law Of Motion - Moleskine Art

I'm the short girl holding an innocent little spider monkey that was more than likely treated inhumanely and simply replaced when he dies due to improper care, but I didn't know these things then! with me are my siblings taken on Hastings beach. I look at my young trusting self, the one that still believed in the goodness of angels and that all adults had your best interests at heart. On the other side of the page is a wedding picture of my parents. Two images that are loaded with personal history. Why do old photographs give me the blues?

Blood Runs Thicker When It Runs In Vain - Moleskine Art

This is a subject I return to time and time again. I try to understand the connection between honour and murder. The medieval notion that blood can wash away dishonour leaves me confused, disheartened and angry. Honour...what exactly is it other than pride? If a woman has unsanctioned sex, her husband, father/ brother or son has the right to kill her in order to scare off any other male attempting to encroach on his property. The same goes for the beheading of enemies, it is simply a matter of pride. Over the centuries we have accepted the concept of honour that sounds altogether more noble and altruistic than the word pride that is so much more base and selfish. The powerless continue to pay the price. Nobody cares to address this tragedy as no one wants to be seen as passing judgement on another culture/ religion or tradition because the root of this lies elsewhere. Well I'm saying it. Once again an archaic male obsession blights the lives of women and children, and no one should accept it or make excuses for it.

The Lights Are On - Moleskine Art

Silence Spelt Trouble - Moleskine Art

The circle (cycle) is part of my own sacred geometry, I see it everywhere in everything. Once you see it, you can't unsee it.

Pharmacy - Moleskine Art

What would I have done a century ago? Six different daily medications just to be on par with normal people. The packaging is interesting though... a small compensation!