Of course you can't help wanting to try anyway, grieving but still holding hope that it's temporary, doing in your mind what you can't do physically and wishing for the future. Mine's disability not ME, so I can only partially relate. But it absolutely sucks. I'm sorry for all you have to live with.

Noticed you were quiet, thought I was just missing your posts. Sending you love, kind soul. I always say thank you out loud for your likes and reposts and don't always remember to actually say it. But it means a lot. I hope you know you are honestly appreciated. You're a star, you make a difference.

One of my favorite things I’ve worked on over the past few years.
I think he needs a bride.

The walls we build are not made of stone, But silence, held within the heart. A gentle touch can feel the crack alone, And pull the cage of pride apart.

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World Of Meanings And Nothings. more pain but greater expectation that you can put up with limitation either being too much or too static being told to stop being dramatic being unbelieved, not taken seriously looking over your shoulder, living cautiously intended to live for everyone else wanting to live for yourself is pure selfishness and proves you deserve to be disrespected, abused your duty to be belittled and used a worthless object, no right to refuse menial tasks and objectification constant threat of expectation service to people’s whims and desires taunts, and tolerance that ever expires being reduced, explained away, told talked down to, left out in the cold all the while knowing the true meaning: no more no less than human being. [Wednesday 12th February, Thursday 24th April 2025]

From 'Poems For Strangers' volume three.

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Justice for Data and data

Much love for your wonderful words.

The sun rises for it has no choice, And tea goes cold without a care. I shout a question with a human voice, Into the deaf and empty air. ​The mountain sits, aloof to the climb, The boulder rolls, repeating its song. I mock the cold arithmetic of time, And keep on walking, where I don't belong. No script to tell us where to stand, No final act to tie the knot. I hold a palm of shifting sand, And love all that I have not.

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Finished artwork. 2022.
Oil on canvas. 18”x24”.

A vintage style champagne ad of a Victorian-looking man pouring stars from a tap on a crescent moon.

Little Dipper.
2007.
Charcoal and pencil over oil on paper.
16”x20”.
SOLD.
This was a revamp of a poster design I did at my first art director job.

Some studies that never made it to their final form.
1. Sir Phelopod of Pungent Pond:
2011. Watercolor on paper.
2. Headless Horseman: 2023. Ink and pencil over watercolor on paper.
3. The Mad Hatter:
2023. Watercolor and pencil on paper.

Ha! Guess I needn't have deleted that bit.

Nope, I walnut. Yew can't make me. I won't teak orders.

Wishing you every beautiful thing, kind soul.

Adored every word of this wonderfully written article.
It is a short ode to science as an act of caring, a reminder of the necessity and generosity of noticing and wondering, of finding the courage and humility to set aside certainty and open to the vast, living possibility of reality.

Always here if you need anything.

Keep your spirits up, things don't have to be so bad. x

Ooh, luxury dining!
"Upmarket, highly sought after area." There's more than one dumpster and if you win the nightly fist fight you get to choose!
Presumably, 'water included in the price' means 'free rain via hole in roof'. That mold could be penicillin, you never know.
They're spoiling us, really.

Yay, free pets! I'll take it.

It's bright and airy and you won't have to waste time cleaning the place, the rain will take care of that. Unrivalled convenience!

The gutter is self-cleaning too, and has genuine wheelchair access. All the benefits for free. It's still my 'forever home' plan.

And a chair, and dining table. It's an innovative and impressively versatile space. What's not to love?

'It's fully accessible!'

Read: from the cut up matress you'll have to jam onto the floor you'll be able to reach every inch of this luxury appartment.
The bathroom is the sink in the corner. Don't bang your head on it when you get up in morning! Also there a like, two flights of stairs.

How kind of the arseholes to notice you. Last time I entered a price range the result was quite literally a picture of the gutter outside a dingy unit with cracked concrete and an echo of derisive laughter. The housing industry tramples on human rights for profit, spirit crushing is just for fun.

No idea why a porcelain doll head is floating on a black ribbon, but that’s irrelevant. It still needs a little polish, then onto the socks, shoes and leaves and he’ll be ready for his date.

Layering very light glazes of pencil for the right effects.
I start off with sepia red and peridot to create shadows.
I’ll go over that with brown ochre and Venetian red to pull it all together.
This is just the first pass to map it out. I’ll do this 5-10 times until it all gets pulled together.

Medusa’s Rusted Tears and Patina Lips.

The early stages of laying down my pencil base and blocking out the topography of his face. Once that was done, I went in and added the bark fragments individually. Time-consuming? Absolutely. But totally worth it.

Your words take to me to wonderful places, always streaked with deep shadows and brilliant sunlight, and I appreciate it.

Have I mentioned that you're awesome? Definitely not enough.