Spring in the city

shout out to Brighton Beach Brooklyn





I always loved the Spring time more than the summer.
Three little puppies. A Williamsberg wedding.Kite flying

What does a twelve year old girl know of LOVE?

I recently found my old poem book, a country companions rough note book..man i loved writing in that thing. The illustrations are as funny as some of the poems. Until i got to a page near the back and found this poem about love.









Love

Love is like a burning fire, burning through your heart
Love is a bed of roses, blossoming in your life
Love is a world of heart’s, each heart shows he loves you more
Love is a world of lip’s, each pair of lips is a kiss
And then your loved one goes away for good
You feel your world has ended
The fire has been put out
A rose has been picked and the whole rose bed will die
Someone has died and a heart stops beating.

I wrote the Love poem aged 12 in my best writing with my best fountain pen, probably got ink stains all up my left hand writing it!

And some of the illustrations.....

FLY AWAY WITH ME.

I think it'd be pretty cool to be a bird. In my dreams I'm an amazing flier.


Gouache on canvas/collage with wallpaper and paint fun. This painting always upsets my dad, he always asked me to finish it..cos there are little bits i never got round to painting. To busy flying in dreams.

sometimes I'm really scared

Love is a risk. Be brave!



I recently found this little lady, she is an old GCSE art piece for my "Women in art project". (So she's exactly 10 years old) I really did love her advice! I have noticed that sometimes when you want an answer to something, life often has a way of showing you a sign or giving you the answer to the thing that has been troubling you.Thanks lady.x

Ugly

I saw these little bears with their missing noses, eyes and faces in a little shop in China Town New York. Beauty is only skin deep.

I dont want my inside's to be ugly anymore.

New Love Grows On Tree's

Whilst creating love trees with my sister in her Brooklyn apartment, a Mr Pete Doherty came flooding out of my i pod (good old shuffle always throws up a treat) with these Babyshambles lyrics. I thought wow. New Love really does grow on trees! Well said Petey. I knew a Petey once. He lived in Orange County and drove a truck. He was 15 (maybe 16) and took us to get ice cream. I was impressed cos i still dont have a license.


Are you still talking to
All of those dead film stars
Like you used to
And are you still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes
And perfect crimes
Like you used to love

And if you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you like you asked me to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you I know you told me to
But I really don't want to

I still remember all of the things you said to me
You were the man and I was Calvary
And you said, ah you said
New love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows on... new love grows on trees

Are you still shaking out
All the dead wood from your bed love
Well times don't change and you're still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes for love divine
Oh no, you really don't have to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you
Oh I know you asked me to
But I really don't want to

I remember every single thing you said to me
...
You said new love grows on trees
New love grows on trees

Love Tree's

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