from when you went all wrong and I stayed on the stairs to stop you falling.

from when you went all wrong and I stayed on the stairs to stop you falling.

I check the places because sometimes you are there (ii)

I check the places because sometimes you are there (ii)

plant parts

plant parts

back to bed

back to bed

bird skull.
I lost a day or so, but found my way home.  Hello.

bird skull.

I lost a day or so, but found my way home.  Hello.

your milk your moan

your milk
your moan



Anonymous asked you:  What is your earliest memory? 



Hmm hmm I remember being very small, and standing at the top of the stairs.  There was a small square of space there and I found it very pleasing to be there, to peer all the way down to the bottom.  My older brother came lumbering toward me, trying to give me a hug, but he was awful clumsy and he bumped me down the stairs.  It was a dreadful distance.  I always cried nearly silently as a child, and I remember trying to be very quiet as I push-pressed my body into or maybe under the bottom step.  It was a terrible template for receiving love.



Anonymous asked you:  i can’t imagine you in the world doing normal things like going shopping and getting on a bus. do you do those things?









Oh I do those things very badly.  I get lost a great deal, and even in places that are familiar to me.  I worry that it makes me largely incapable and not to be trusted with keeping the children away from the cliff and getting us all home safely.

  wesleepintrees asked you:  Hello, I stumbled across your Tumblr and ended up buying one of your prints. I think your work is fascinating, very unusual but lovely style. I hope I can help support you and your endeavors :) Have a great day! -Charlie







It is a great good help and it makes me happy and keeps my head and my hands.  Thank you for it.

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big slow blinkbird

big slow blinkbird

Sunday things.

I keep dreaming about my heavy wooden head. About taptapping and digdigging little holes in the wood.  I don’t know why.  Perhaps to let the water in, perhaps to let the water out.  I wake up with the water, with great wet eyes and a weight I cannot always call up from the pillow.  
We need more rain.  I don’t think I would need to keep all this water if it rained some.

I keep dreaming about my heavy wooden head. About taptapping and digdigging little holes in the wood.  I don’t know why.  Perhaps to let the water in, perhaps to let the water out.  I wake up with the water, with great wet eyes and a weight I cannot always call up from the pillow.  

We need more rain.  I don’t think I would need to keep all this water if it rained some.