The sun sees your body, the moon sees your soul


I’ve never been fond of February, it has a tendency of leaving me flattened; oddly though – probably a survival instinct – my mind flies into some sort of creative kaleidoscope which can be very irritating. Irritating because sooner or later I find I have to sit down and record my thoughts either through a drawing or a piece of writing because with me they just won’t go away. That’s not to say that what I draw or write will be for public consumption; dozens of books of my little creations are still tucked away (for my eyes only) having served their purpose as cathartic therapy.

Recently some things have been particularly emotionally draining and as would be expected I’ve gone and found my (metaphorically speaking) best friend – my pencil. As I sat pondering what to draw I remembered something I once read ‘The sun sees your body, the moon sees your soul’.

I may be gone for some time…..