Created my first sculpture some days ago.

This is Famine, the first out of four (conquest, war, famine and death).

New art projects.

So, I'm looking for new stuff to do, and was thinking about trying to make wire sculptures. And of course adding some other objects to it too.

I'm also waiting for my 30mm stretch jewellery to arrive. I have a project involving animal skulls for them.

Ear stretching

I decided to stretch my ears to 30mm.
I just ordered tapers and jewellery on ebay.
I have the nicest idea for making jewellery for myself. Pictures will follow.

Life at the moment

I really feel I should be doing something.
I try the best I can to be busy. Writing, making clothes, drawing. Stuff like that. But when I have two minutes, and sit down for a bit, I always feel... bored? no, thats not the word. Unproductive? Maybe I'm doing the wrong things.
Or maybe I just need to leave the house.
Havent left my end of the house for several days.

It's the year of the Plague

The darkness behind my eyelids
smells like formaldehyde and rotten roses
my dreams claw their way out of my glass-eye sockets

Its the year of the Plague
and I wrap myself in her dress
my heart is beating faster
with rhythms I've never known before

I collect the flowers from Hangman's Hill
with the noose made of soft whispers around my neck
And I smile at the warm sunshine
as I'm dragging their ghastly bodies
out onto the flower fields

Its the year of the Plague
and I wrap myself in her dress
my heart is beating faster
with rhythms I've never known before.

Ive been in isolation mode since christmas. Nearly never leaving the house, seeing very few people.
I'm hiding, but not quite sure of what I'm hiding for.
My current hideouts is my room, and Joey's apartment.

maybe it's time to get myself out into the real world again. soon.

Isolation Cell


If they had known
the things I do
to you
when I'm alone

They would have locked me in
and kept me there
until my bones
turned to dust

For behind my glass-like smile
and stardust eyes
death is the only way out.

© Malady, August 2009.