Manuscript sketches
It has been a quiet but busy few weeks for me, while the neighbours have continued to try and destroy each other with post winter blues I have lost myself, back into the world of sketching and fotoshop. I was asked some time ago if I would Illustrate a book for a local poet, aka Judas Rose, though I replied, '' of course!'' I could not have known the journey that his work was to take me, nor how soon the manuscript was to arrive at my door. When it did I found his work was not of the short and harmonious poetry that I had heard him recite at the local 'open mic' nite at the local arts centre, instead, I found darkness, sadness and misery, I found a person that was lost, alone, in mourning and of such morose nature that I knew I would have to read the words over and over again, not so much in to find illustrations (there was much within to work from) instead, to find an understanding of the abstract nature of his words. I started out reading and re-reading t...