I am an artist. I appreciate physical beauty, there is nothing inherantly wrong with that fact. But do I appreciate physical beauty at the expense of other sorts? For a long time I would not admit I was an artist, I was ‘studying art’, I was ‘an art student’, I was anything except an artist. … Read More

You and me, I can see us dying, are we? Touch me. How do people touch me? How does eveyone bloody touch me? Close up, oyster shell like and there are pick axes that find their way in. You caught me on the raw, and with but few words had me falling to the floor, … Read More

I met a very small pixie today, she was pretending to be a tiny girl with very large brown eyes but I wsn’t fooled. She was obviously a pixie. I am at home today, surrounded by parents, parents friends and that whole ‘small village’ thing where everybod knows your name and your business and obviously … Read More

Girls scream Boys shout, Dogs bark, School’s out. Not my own thank gods…oh well. Home again. Home? Can I actually call it home? No probably not, house where my parents live would be closer. Quitting the country, quitting this life that has built up around me like mould. Maybe now they won’t expect me to … Read More

Done. Dusted. Finished with. We got certificates with little red ribbons. I didn’t have to socialise with the people on my course and all was fine. I discovered that I’m not the only one to have gone mad during the course. I also re-discovered that it is not considered normal by the majority of society … Read More