...with an amusing scent...

'With A Breath of Fresh Air'


A group of Illustrations based on natural elements or memorable scenarios that arouse the nostrils. The titles I have chosen are named after what I collect from the images emotionally as well as my favorite scents, however when looking you can give your own title entirely based on your perception.




When crushing spices

When bathing with wine

When coffee is ready

When sprinkling cinnamon

When washing linen

When frolicking in the country

When reaching a new land

When the Heavens open

When Mama's cooking

When poison occurs

When wandering Markets

When I kiss you

... I was pulled apart by horses...

HANGING...

...But not defeated. I have done well considering last nights escapades.

A fantastic band, ones genre I can only describe as awesome excited Heavy New Rock with a bit of pop humour, even then this does not give them enough justice; Pulled Apart by Horses.

They have left me bruised, hungover, overwhelmed and so so happy. I let myself go so completely whilst moshing that during the last song, I apparently passed out. Heat exhaustion. I can only hope it's just that as I need all the strength I can muster in this last month towards the completion of my A/W collection and Fashion Show!

6th of July. 6th of July.
It's not dawned on me yet how near and yet how far away that date is.

I still need to sell tickets. I still need to finish garments. Yet the panic is not sinking in.

I thought I may have secreted anxiety, subconscious worries, perhaps this is why I gave my all in vicious dancing last night as a way of relief... alas no I just wanted to dance aggressively which involved losing my Ram Ring & accidentally punching some poor dude in the face.

All in all, I am very happy. Moving into my new house this coming Friday with my lovely Mr Davis. Somehow on schedule with my fashion work eventhough there is still a thousand things left to do. Brilliant friends.

I don't really have anything to moan about...scary?

...a new year...a new fear...

When one tries to turn a new leaf, another is confused about the path that lays ahead,

that other is me.

There has been many a time I've wanted to runaway. Adolescence is a good era for that, dramatic disappearances, chaotic exits.

When your heart is broken, and you finally muster the strength to get out of bed one surprising morning, first thought is to get the hell of there and keep good distance of any possible bumping ins.

Arguments.

Fights.

Tickling.

Gaseous excretion in a public venue with good sniffing witnesses.

And yet, I'm older now, surely wiser, in love, arguments happen because we are human, can't be bothered to fight when I am this exhausted, am the master of tickling, and don't care if I am caught of excellent gas release...

...so why does it hurt so much that I can not run away. Is it because I can't as I am too busy? Is it because I have turned into a working robot? Is it because I miss my ma who's been away for 7 months? Possibly possibly.

Whatever it is, as much as I do love my job and am really happy with my own fashion line's progress, I can not fight the urge of just upping and leaving.