father and daughter

First Memory
by Louise Gluck

Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was -
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.

bits of darkness...

everyone i ever...

mouth stitches

sometimes I wish I could learn to shut-the-fuck up...

madonna & child

Red

Teeth & Eyes - Little Red Riding Hood

Wolf Kiss - Little Red Riding Hood

Love Bunny

Ritalin

Obviously I love working with children... (names have been changed to protect the 'innocent')

over and over again

its so beautiful.....

Stop + Hairdo

Stop.....

Today I was 'Toni & Guy'd'....

My brother

Leave

then my pen ran out of ink...

Moon Rabbit

I had trouble thinking of what to call this one. Dead Rabbit seemed too much ................so I've settled on romance?

A friend who knows my peculiar thing with rabbits told me about the Chinese hare on the moon...

Mum's fur Coat

When I was a kid I'd sit in the cupboard under the stairs and bury my face in my mothers fur coat.

A dog and a fox

Crucified Cat?

Not absolutely sure if this is crucified or not? maybe someones pulling it's strings.

channelfur

I make these drawings subconciously, sometimes in sketchbooks, but often on scraps of paper, old envelopes, the edges of newspaper. I don't think about them as a part of my regular artwork because I don't analyse them except for that brief moment as I'm throwing them down onto paper.