Pictures are the eyes of the face

Am I losing the ability to express myself in words?

My brain is refusing to co-operate. Words aren’t coming out right and I can feel a mental blockage. I need a psychological equivalent to Mr Muscle. And yet, when words confound me perhaps doodles will cushion my fall.

Here are a couple of scribbles from the last 24 hours.

This is dedicated to the user who keeps popping up on my For You page saying that having a short bob is a subversion of the male gaze. What if I like the male gaze, huh? What then?

Relaxing Dream Therapy

There is a box on the floor beside me. I don’t know if it is a fellow work of art or a piece of rubbish.

Why are the windows so big here? Why can anyone look through them? Is this what I really look like?

This was originally called Road Rage but I struggled to convey the immense fury slow walkers usually generate within my soul.

Thanks for reading xx