Saturday, 7 June 2014
Moleskine Pages- She Never Walked On Water
She never walked on water but she could lie on a bed for days until everyone came to her. It was easier that way. She sailed through open blue days keeping her shit together. In time the circle closed and she sank back into her bed...forever.
Friday, 30 May 2014
Alternative Sketchbook Work
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| Mis-shapen time, cope mate of ugly night, swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care, eater of youth, false slave to false delight, base watch of woes, sin's packhorse, virtue's snare. |
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| "She said cut it through with the sharp scissors." | Add caption |
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Moleskine Pages- Dead Butterflies
This is the title page of a brand new sketchbook started just over a week ago.
" I wear my heart inside my chest, there is no room on my sleeve. It beats faster when the strange thoughts come and calms as I arrange them in order as harmless as nightmares. Dead butterflies make me want to cry."
" I wear my heart inside my chest, there is no room on my sleeve. It beats faster when the strange thoughts come and calms as I arrange them in order as harmless as nightmares. Dead butterflies make me want to cry."
Labels:
collage,
dogs,
heart,
love,
Moleskine,
sketchbook,
watercolour
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
Moleskine Pages- A Fear Of Snakes
I never had a fear of snakes, but he didn't know that. I kept my weaknesses to myself. He thought he knew me.
Tuesday, 20 May 2014
Moleskine Pages - Kill your Parents
The trick is to live with love and never get so obsessed with your own trip that you ignore your own children. Parents are not perfect. Parents can be selfish cunts.
Monday, 19 May 2014
Moleskine Pages- Flying Without Air
It fell out of me with a wet slippery thud. As soon as it's head cleared it tried to hurt me. I felt a curious rush of love come over me even so. What is it about me that i can love something that wishes me ill.
Sunday, 18 May 2014
Moleskine Pages- Place Heart Here
Her baby was a labour of love. She fashioned it out of memories and hopes. She stitched it together with care and expectation. She breathed of her own life into her creation and invested it with music of her spheres. This time it will stay and absorb her tears.
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