Dream State.

A rapid-fire sketch of a particularly vivid, beautiful and lingering dream.

Still Life with Father.

Of particular note is the out-of-date pharmacy calendar with inappropriate regatta imagery still clinging to its last few post-it notes.
My family has ever had trouble centering the figure in photography, this being a classic example of uncomfortably drawing the viewer to the bottom left hand corner while the eyeball wants to crawl all over the kitchen monstrocity on the right hand side of the image.

I appear to have learnt my habit of making dumb faces for the camera from my parents.

I haz got a Book.

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The Children of the Corn of the Village of the Damned Nuisance.

Ah, what a cute bunch of little tykes; performing their daily patrol of the family's borderland. While the youngest male of the group is usually armed with a BFG, mistake not the deadly intent lurking behind the eyes of the females, aggravated attacks made with ceramic doll's heads accounted for at least twelve percent of deaths in Northern Queensland in the early thirties/forties.

Woe betide the unwary traveller. All questions would be greeted with the cooly perfunctory answer of "You can't get there from here", rapidly followed by a barrage of rifleshot and stainless steel clothes pegs.

My mother Lorraine, Eleanor, Cliff with Rifle and Dianne - according to the accompanying notes.

It's not the moon.

Webcam hint #23:

Don't sit so fucking close to the camera.

Long Time Loving.

Be seduced by the pearl of the orient.

Spiderwoman.

This young lady needs learn that if you wear your costume while in an online chatroom, every freaking super-villain in town is going to learn your secret identity within hours.

I should know, I'm speaking from experience.