Bones stripped bare of flesh
Pumping blood
The organs and cartilage and gristle
Wetness, slipperiness and mess
Leaving a dry clean purity
The bare bones of a woman
Adam's Rib II
You have told me all my life
How to think and how to be
That what I am is not good enough
That I need to be more like you
And keep my mouth shut if I don’t agree
You are still doing it I notice
In another guise
Although you are all dressed up
I can see through you.
Ink drawing on Japanese paper
Bone fall
Imagine a fall of white bones
Bleached and porous
They would not drift gently
Like feathers
But fall with a rush
Clattering together
And landing in a heap
Bonefall, ink on Japanese paper
Bone Flower
Your need to express
To go out there and be extreme
Took all the space
I hid in a safe inward place
Now there is no need to adjust the balance in this way
But I still find myself trying to lean out far into quiet
Just to tip the weight into the centre
Ink on Japanese paper
Deadly Nightshade
Swallowing just one black berry from deadly nightshade, the unsuspecting victim could die.
Belladonna, broomsticks and brain chemistry, RSC Education
Indian ink on paper
Half of a whole
Fragile tissue
Bone and fibres
Hanging from
Red beads like blood
ink on Japanese paper, pins and red beads