Journan image copyright of Agata Cardoso
Saturday 27 August 2011
The Abattoir Series.........
A glimps of some new work evolving,
Photograph's copyright of Agata Cardoso & Daniel Regan
Saturday 20 August 2011
Something little dies in us everyday-it eventually kills you..........
Photographs copyright of Agata Cardoso
Monday 15 August 2011
Amy died in Camden in July 2011,the sign posts have been stolen.
Photographs copyright of Agata Cardoso
Sunday 24 July 2011
My love is like a warm gun,My love makes him want to run..........
Photograph copyright of Agata Cardoso
"Dig a shallow grave and lay me down"
This here is another tribute to my loyalist friend who I adore and I think will be a great artist.
I love you paul x
Artwork copyright of paul carr
Monday 4 July 2011
The Diet
The diet worked like a dream.No sugar,
salt,fat,protein,starch or alcohol.
By the end of week one, she was half a stone
shy of ten and shrinking,skipping breakfast,
lunch,dinner,thinner; a fortnight in,
she was eight stone;by the end of the month
she was skin and bone.
She starved on,stayed in,stared at the mirror
svelter,slimmer.The last apple aged in the fruit bowl,
untouched.The skimmed milk soured in the fridge,
unsupped.Her skeleton preened under its tight
flesh.She was all eyes,all cheekbones,had
guns for hips,not a stich in the wardrobe fitted.
What passed her lips?Air
water.She was Anorexia's true daughter,
a slip of a girl,a shadow,dwindling away.
One day,the width of a stick,she started to grow smaller,
child sized,doll sized,the hight of a thimble.
She sat at her open window and the wind
blew her away.......................
An extract of the poem 'The Diet' by Carol Ann Duffy.
copyright of Carol Ann Duffy.For reference use only
salt,fat,protein,starch or alcohol.
By the end of week one, she was half a stone
shy of ten and shrinking,skipping breakfast,
lunch,dinner,thinner; a fortnight in,
she was eight stone;by the end of the month
she was skin and bone.
She starved on,stayed in,stared at the mirror
svelter,slimmer.The last apple aged in the fruit bowl,
untouched.The skimmed milk soured in the fridge,
unsupped.Her skeleton preened under its tight
flesh.She was all eyes,all cheekbones,had
guns for hips,not a stich in the wardrobe fitted.
What passed her lips?Air
water.She was Anorexia's true daughter,
a slip of a girl,a shadow,dwindling away.
One day,the width of a stick,she started to grow smaller,
child sized,doll sized,the hight of a thimble.
She sat at her open window and the wind
blew her away.......................
An extract of the poem 'The Diet' by Carol Ann Duffy.
copyright of Carol Ann Duffy.For reference use only
Saturday 2 July 2011
Dont try to understand,something that which you will never understand
Journal images copyright of Agata Cardoso
Friday 1 July 2011
Break my bones Miss Jones............
birthday card made by paul carr and given to me in 2004.......xxxx
Sunday 22 May 2011
Baby, the house is falling apart......
But who cares,i dont have much of home anyway,I have a house,but not a home
Photographs copyright of Agata Cardoso
you bite,you gnaw you tear with your teeth........
Teeth dreams may stem from a fear of rejection.These dreams are an over-exaggeration of your worries and anxieties.
Photographs copyright of Agata Cardoso
I fucking love Bette Davis.........
o
en Bette learned that her new brother-in-law was a recovering alcoholic, she sent the couple a dozen cases of liquor for a wedding present.
en Bette learned that her new brother-in-law was a recovering alcoholic, she sent the couple a dozen cases of liquor for a wedding present.Saturday 21 May 2011
'please just take out whatever is inside me-for children is not what I long for and will not make me a happier woman'
journal images copyright of Agata Cardoso
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