Fallen Nymph

When she falls in love
          she falls
                she falls
Because she is not free.

Not her who has trapped
She is trapped.

Trapped by her
                   heart
No power
Lost

Not that she ever desired power
that is expected
Just
     the chance to
                         escape?
No decisions
No blocked pathways
The journey unknown
       the future e n d l e s s . . .

But she
she is a girl
         a girl
         a life.
Wild bird
Wild thing.


                But love
                She loves
She kills for             love
Not            kills
But something
                     something dies.

Violent life
Violent ends

All
Just
Love

I wrote my destiny in patchwork..

I do not expect to be a mother by Tracey Emin 2002

The way we think of ourselves, the way we present ourselves, the way we make oursleves... It is like being trapped. Stuck in the world of our lives. It is fear.  Fear of the unexpected or the softening of oneself, of love or change. Fear of it turning out differently. This life we write for ourselves ... is it some kind of prison?

wax lyrics

Shabba-dabba-da NEW YEARS EVE

best NEW YEARS EVE PARTY YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!
TOO MUCH CHAMPAGNE....

DRUNK OUT OF MUGS LIKE CUPS OF WEE... HEHE

Please wake up

Blood thickens as the cries scream

Churling shudders of little limbs

Weak heartbeats of bleeding lives

Nightmares child

Evil child

              Innocent nothingness

                                                Life that should not be



Strangling veins of alien creatures

Crying whining terror



Brain dead feeding sucking parasite

But

Bursting Life



A little whimper of hope

Times time that is yet to begin

But oh that whimper is of pain

MURDER



Hard cold no reason no option no thinking
                                                    killing

Life or LIFE

Pain or PAIN

IS this control I seek or total lack of control
                                                                       take it away
                                                                       take it away

Someone take it away



Red crimson water

Running streams

Streaming ruby

Flowing heartache



Are you mine

Is it mine?

Is this what it will be like
LIFE



Oh
      But you are just a dream

Why dream?

Oh dream be gone you haunting spectre of sodden life

That’s it

Plese wake up

a first attempt at trying to get this nightmare baby ot of my head...

... this is going to have to be a project.
It is HAUNTING ME

If I could be a dior illustration...

... I would be a Diorella girl.

On "Dior Illustrated -Rene  Grau and The Line of Beauty" at Somerset House

As always a vey well curated, interesting and visually beautiful exhibition at the Embankment Galleries at Somerset House. Like walking into a flower garden full of rare and exotic plants... basically a stunning collection of exquisite well preserved and original illustrations that are instantly recognisable and unmistakingly Dior. The ultra feminine, the ultra classy, the ultra borgeouis and ultra fragrant.

It is clear that Grau sees to be key to the invention of Dior and the partnership between him and Dior was one of soul like qualities.
"To be inspired by Dior is to  be inspired  by Rene Grau. His sketches capture the silhouette and spirit of Dior and a new era of fashion and femininity. His illustrations are timeless, ever youthful, ever faithful to the moment he saw; they capture the energy, the sophistication and daring of Dior, and equally are a token of enduring friendship."
               John Galliano

Diorella 1972
- A young  free spirit

Miss Dior 1971

Diorling 1963

Eau Savage 1978

- My quintessential man