Saturday, 10 September 2016

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

The Lost Moleskine II

A few more images from the newly found Moleskine Sketchbook.

Just one withering look, a full reverse sweep; toe to top, side to side. His unsteady soul had nowhere to find cover. Some of us are born with big yellow beaks then dropped into the lap of the Gods. (how many Gods share the one lap) It's out of our hands. It's lonely. You're only half way to paradise, a gentle shove will take you the rest of the way.

It's the sound of night dreams and day horses, of dog boys and birds that keep the secrets of all creation that I hear and fear.

Mum said; "Peter's got murderous eyes." Within nine months there was no happiness allowed in that house again.

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

The Lost Moleskine

Eureka! I found It! To be fair i never realised it was lost but in a box with assorted junk there it was. When it comes to my completed sketchbooks stuff I am pretty consistent at storing them safely once they are finished with. The number now is in the forties and growing. So at a rough guess I have over 4000 pages of work stockpiled for no one to see. My completed Moleskines are the only part of my work that is not for sale. In the interest of full disclosure I did sell one Moleskine to the Aldrich Collection, but I would never do that again. So here are a few pages from the book that was overlooked and has hidden away from me for 12 years.

We all knew what was coming next.

Unwittingly, they spawned a monster that stalks them to this day.

Friday, 12 August 2016

Moleskine Pages- The children

The children heard and saw everything. Front row seats at every event. Together alone they knew too much.

Saturday, 30 July 2016

Moleskine Pages -Lethal Drugs

It shocked them to realise that the dead carry on living in random pockets where they can still find comfort and smell our familiar scents. Life is a lethal drug...we were all running on the spot just about hanging on.

Friday, 29 July 2016

Moleskine Pages -Alcohol Is Our Friend

It was never my intention to live in the eye of a storm. It was never my dream to host my own nightmares. But as the crowds gathered to witness my shame I remembered I was better than them.
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