Image No. 56

A moaning sound coming from the barn
keeps them awake.
Nobody dares to take a look.

If only the little one would still be here..
she was just like Grandma.

I.J. 27 December 2012

Sorry, too loving

I.J.

Lonesome

I.J. 2012

Tombe.

I visited your tombe
nothing changed
so it seemed
There still was this smell

I.J.

Oud zeer.

Toen ik mijn mond opende
kwamen er allemaal bruine korsten uit
Eén grote berg met harde bruine kots

I.J.

I.J.

I.J. 7 October 2012

"Jij bent een rare!" (Crazy girl)

"Talking through the head"
Drawing: Inge Justa June 2010.

Turning the page.

Drawing: Inge Justa 16 January 2012.

Godforsaken.

Drawing and editing: Inge Justa 2009

Birth control.

Drawing: Inge Justa 2010

He was a bookkeeper, after all.

Drawing: Inge Justa 2010

When the wrong one gets life sentence.

They were warned and now he's done it again.
You fools. You fools.
You were all warned, but looked away.
And now his filth is everywhere.

He should have gotten lifelong solitary confinement
but instead he controls the finances of the church.


Photo and poem: Inge Justa 2009

While taking the family portrait, she could smell the decomposing corpses in front of her.

Photo: Inge Justa 2009

Even he was horrified by her conceit, when she stood trial for squeezing their three children to death.

Drawing: Inge Justa 2008

When she finally told the truth, she was let down.

Photo: Inge Justa 2009