Ghosts within the asylum

The ghosts are there.

Everywhere.
Whispering and wittering.
Chattering, chittering.
Hollering and howling.

LISTEN TO ME!

LISTEN to me!

listen to me!

My precioussss....
sss...
ss..
s.

Listen to my madness.
Listen to my thoughts.
My ghosts.
Trapped within the asylum.
With only you to listen.
 
You think you are alone in this deafening clamour until you look around and watch -and here I mean watch closely - the faces of those about and you realise that each and every one is dealing with the same internal personal discussions to a greater or lesser extent and bearing up with ease or weakness. Try, wherever possible, to open the heavy wooden doors that keep these creatures festering in the dark and let the light come in, strong and bright, as it is hard to notice a ghost within the brightness of daylight.

Sketches, Thumbnails and Doodles

A sketch, thumbnail or doodle is often the starting point. Sometimes the idea stays on the paper as a little rectangle of lines and personal symbols, a passing thought and nothing more. Sometimes it will end up almost exactly as it began and sometimes it will change and develop as circumstances dictate. If it changes don't consider that a bad thing or a sign that it was a bad idea, it's simply a way for the creative universe to offer you a deal, a two for the price of one so to speak.

Daydream believer

I've been practising my composite skills a lot recently, trying to use the camera as a device to take me to all sorts of fantastical places where princesses sneak away from the celebrations to sleep beyond the castle walls or rush through the ruined temples of some foreign land. Where Red Riding Hood begins her journey into the ominous woodland where grandma lives or the Fairy Queen makes her nightly journey to consult with her loyal subjects...