As the world gets more and more divided
By religion, politics, class, gender
As well as a plethora (an excess) of discrimination
For seemingly anything dreamt up under the sun
Don’t forget we are all different
Each one of us
So don’t try to pin us down

In so many ways
Jung may be to blame (maybe Freud too)
For clinical precision
Dissecting, labelling
How some of us feel
Certain sections
We don’t all fit into the
Psychiatrist’s/psychotherapist’s sectioning of society
The mind may be a complex thing
But hey Jung don’t overthink it!

When Rorschach takes an innocent
Swiss childhood game ‘Klecksography’
Of making pictures out of inkblots
And turns it into something more sinister
The controversial ‘Rorschach inkblot test’
To measure social behaviour

Maybe Rorschach should have taken the time
Instead to stare
More closely
Really taken notice
Sensed the ink blots of butterflies
That gently stirred, fluttered
Then rose in unison and then
Gracefully flew out his window

Why stare out?
Because there are miracles of life
Happening every day
Does it really matter if one person
Likes solitude
Or another person
Likes the opposite
Or that other people
Are in between?

Let people be
Don’t forget we are all different
don’t forget to take the time
to stare out the window
you may be missing something


Carl Gustav Jung, often referred to as C. G. Jung, was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychotherapist who founded analytical psychology.

Sigmund Freud was an Austrian neurologist and the father of psychoanalysis, a clinical method for treating psychopathology through dialogue between a patient and a psychoanalyst.

Klecksography is the art of making images from inkblots. The work was pioneered by Justinus Kerner, who included klecksographs in his books of poetry.  Since the 1890s, psychologists have used it as a tool for studying the subconscious, most famously Hermann Rorschach in his Rorschach inkblot test.

A klecksography by Justinus Kerner, published 1879

A klecksograph by Justinus Kerner, published 1879

The Rorschach test; (also known as the Rorschach inkblot test, the Rorschach technique, or simply the inkblot test) is a psychological test in which subjects’ perceptions of inkblots are recorded and then analyzed using psychological interpretation, complex algorithms, or both. Some psychologists use this test to examine a person’s personality characteristics and emotional functioning. It has been employed to detect underlying thought disorder, especially in cases where patients are reluctant to describe their thinking processes openly.  The test is named after its creator, Swiss psychologist Hermann Rorschach.

Rorschach test diagnostics

One of the ten cards used in the Rorschach test.  The images themselves are only one component of the test, whose focus is the analysis of the perception of the images.

A further challenge (putting together a collection of my poetry)

After finishing my fourth novel ‘The Purple Queen’, I have now decided to do a poetry book.  To put all of my poetry into one place as ‘COLLECTED POEMS’.

Many of the earlier poems were included in my fantasy series of ThornRose Novels: ‘The Death Angels’ Vol 1; ‘Death? Or Glory?’ Vol 2, ‘The DeathRose’ Vol 3; and ‘The Purple Queen’ Vol 4.  More recent poems were created in 2015.

It will be good to have all of them, as a record, in one place.


Artist’s dilemma

Artist’s dilemma

Canvas paintings, medium, supposedly as practice
‘Supposedly’ because they were meant to be
Somehow they have taken on a new life
A pencil sketch, added marker line
Washed with acrylic in brilliant hues
Now medium canvases sit disjointed
Bird doodle one side, pattern on the other
On either side of a larger canvas
The doodle, the pattern, repeated as one
Neatly fitting together on the central large canvas
Making it almost a triptych
Sitting on top, yet another large canvas
Bare white canvas, marked with pencil
Awaiting its marker line, when the pen arrives
To follow, its wash of acrylic, and then?
Who knows? Hesitancy to follow through?
Yet again. Perhaps another repeat to come?
Or flood this canvas with added shades?
Let the deed be done
To repent at leisure
Or leave it as it is
Enjoying the vibrancy
Splash of colour
© 2015, Lesley Saine

Deciding not to add another colour to the medium canvases and instead to repeat the doodle/pattern design onto one larger canvas. Except then deciding not to add another colour on top of the larger canvas also… which results in starting again with another large blank canvas. So far just a pencil line, waiting for a marker pen to arrive in the post… then waiting for some more acrylic to arrive… whilst the dust gathers with indecision on what to do next.  Too easy to use waiting for supplies as an excuse not to do something. Waiting for a marker pen. Waiting for some acrylic. In the meantime the bright acrylic hues light up the dark, dusty room.

FOLLOWING IN THE FOOTSTEPS… (take your own sweet time…):

FOLLOWING IN THE FOOTSTEPS… (take your own sweet time…):

Following in the footsteps of many a great artist: prolific in their early years and becoming more and more thoughtful or adaptive about what to produce in their later years and often taking a very long time to get something done. Though I’m not quite at the stage where I sit cutting out shapes from pieces of painted paper with a pair of scissors and trying to make patterns from them. (Coping with the difficulties of old age and illness in his later years, Matisse turned to “drawing with scissors,” making his famous cut-out artworks).
I was bemoaning the fact that I am taking a very long time to get anything done these days. For some time I think about doing a painting. Perhaps another large painting. I already have some large canvas which has been gathering dust for possibly years. I buy some small canvases to supposedly practice on, which stay in their carrier bag. A few weeks later I consider that I should actually take the small canvases out of the carrier bag and take the wrapping off the pack of canvases. The partly unwrapped pack of canvases sit on a table gathering dust for a few weeks more.
I eventually decide to look in a couple of my sketch books for some ‘inspiration’ and eventually find a drawing I like. A few more days go by, or was it weeks? as the old sketch book sits open on a desk next to the partly unwrapped pack of small canvases.
Eventually I finally take out one small canvas, pick up a pencil and draw the sketch onto it. I might actually take it a few steps further in the next few days? weeks? months? possibly years???
Bemoaning the fact that it took so long to get to this stage… I was gratefully surprised to be told that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get something done as long as you do start to do something. Nowadays with living in a world where everything is expected to be almost done instantly… it is refreshing to hear the view that it is more than ok to take your own sweet time on doing something.

Loss and not fitting in (just some thoughts on the past) – Lesley Saine

When I was younger I would learn to draw by copying nature, copying from books/comics etc.  I would write poetry, short stories and a book aswell as create many drawings.  Unfortunately, none of this earlier work exists.  Years of work was destroyed in 1990.  My fantasy book, my imaginative stories, my poems, my earlier drawings, were all destroyed.

All the work that currently exists is from 1990 onwards.  It is too easy to lose years of work – something that you can never get back again – lost forever.

Perhaps that is why I chose to start putting much of my work onto the internet for other people to see.

Often people do a lot of works over their lifetime but you hardly ever see them or, if you do, you are only treated to a miniscule portion of them.  Seeing an exhibition of someone’s lifetime of work is often a welcome treat.

There are a lot of misunderstood creatives in this world.  I remember going to see an art exhibition of someone’s featured lifetime of works and some scathing critic had scribbled in a guest book: “why is this exhibition here?  It shouldn’t be in this ‘modern art’ gallery!”  (Actually the critically comment was far more rude than that).  Yet the works were amazingly inventive and creative.  There will always be ‘works’ that someone will consider do not fit in.