Holidays are usually the time to sit back and bathe the mind in a sea of…um, well something relaxing. Or so I thought. I was let out of the cave for a few days but found myself filling my sketchbook with images that have kept me awake many nights. Once you’ve experienced what we have ‘inside’ it’s hard to erase it from troubled mind.
31/08/2009 at 9:46 pm Permalink
the guy in my closet claimed he had a nightmare after seeing those pictures
31/08/2009 at 9:59 pm Permalink
What can I say? Apart from ‘sorry.’ At least he hasn’t been exposed to the smell…
Hang about, what closet? And why has it got someone in it? Second thoughts…I don’t want to know.
01/09/2009 at 10:09 am Permalink
Ah… there’s nothing like a Moleskine!
01/09/2009 at 3:11 pm Permalink
The rough end of a donkey actually but I know what you mean.
01/09/2009 at 10:28 pm Permalink
i was reffering to the boogyman
02/09/2009 at 9:44 am Permalink
Fair enough. It was late, I was tired, the shadows were gathering.
02/09/2009 at 12:24 pm Permalink
I think you should make a Trapped By Monsters colouring book! I’d do it. And I don’t often go over the edges either…
02/09/2009 at 2:38 pm Permalink
Hey, now there’s a thought. I’ll see what I can do.