I can feel the rod in my spine pushing outwards.
My favourite thing heard on the ward:

"He says, 'Darling, make me your best cup of tea yet'.
The truth is, fifty four years in England and I still can't make a good English tea."

Don't Stare At The Sun by Richard Hawley

Haven't acheived anything since this journal, I think I'll be in this rut for a while. At least I have three months of back brace/bed binding to contemplate things. Suppose some predicaments are meant to do this to you.
Journal pages of collage, thread, pencil, letraset, pen and blood

It's a curious situation to find yourself in when the world seems to turn faster than you think and everything just follows silently. I've been so down hearted for months now that I find it difficult to wake up most mornings and find any enthusiasm to do anything at all. I can feel my creativity wasting away and I fear that soon it will be just bones.
London is terrible, it's not my home.
This is my first self portrait, my first and last with my body still in it's original shape. Sunday I go into hospital for major surgery and it's made finding any imagination to work with even harder. I'm lucky to be married to the most perfect human who I can count on both before and after anesthesia.
Hopefully see you on the other side.

my record store day pick

just wanna be free

time to go home, I'm done here.

Cherish by The Association

collages:

reality/surreal

byss/abyss

Some work for university. One week left, I'm counting down the days.

I am trying real hard not to be weighed down by my lack of creativity right now. London is really not my home.

Down By The Seaside by Led Zeppelin

R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys, corrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr