I don’t know where these sad, slightly scary, relatively disturbing faces come from..well actually, that’s a lie, they obviousl come from my sad, slightly scary, relatively disturbing psyche. It’s just I’m nor aware of them until they are ejected through the ink in my pen.
Once they appear on the page I look down and I think..who the hell are you, how did you get there and what do you want?
I actually like to think they are all living inside my sub-conscious somewhere just waiting to be released into the real world…I see them gathering in the town square each day (run with it, imagine it’s a Tim Burton animation) and they all cheer and chant as one of them is selected by the mighty pen and ’ascends’,
What they don’t know is they end up trapped in a two dimensional form on a page of my notebook but at least they don’t have to live inside my brain anymore..no-one deserves that.
