Pass the full fat whatever

I raided the cupboard tonight I wanted crisps, salt and bite But snacks there were none My shelves are no fun And my jeans are accusingly tight. If only there was a quick answer To make me as lithe as a panther To smooth all my bumps And banish those lumps But instead I have…

4 into 14 does go you know

It’s almost the end of April and I have been looking backwards while planning for the next chapter in my descent into Parkinsons. Does that sound depressing? Actually, it’s all quite liberating. My contemporaries are wrestling with work dilemmas and aged parental health problems while I am trying to decide what kind of artwork I…

Nocturne

I stay up late at night: I somehow need to feel the dark. To have a space to bubble into, Rise and grow and stretch myself. But I am also lonely. Late at night is a solo shift. I should be being social, chatty. But I shrink away from that. A conundrum lies before me,…

Still

I love my studio. I love it. An oasis of calm. An escape. A room of my own, sort of. I’m using one arrangement and trying out various media to remind myself of how they ‘feel’. Yesterday I used marker pens, a first for me. Previously I used pencil and charcoal. Next up will probably…

Back to the drawing board

I’ve been stepping up my drawing and artwork and now I’ve got some designs printed as panels to make cushions with. Like?

Egg

Easter is a new egg, Shell perfect Untouched and new. Just waiting to crack And show What lies beneath. Perhaps it’s a fresh start For my weary heart. But I’d prefer chocolate 😉

Ambition

It’s late. It’s dark. I want, To make my mark. But tonight, Away from the light, I will sleep. And dream. And dream.

New

Thinking about how, once you make a change it can become inconceivable that you could ever go back. My life is unrecognisable to when I started this blog and is can’t ever imagine reverting. Ever. How to define rebirth ? A big question given short shrift By me And others who should be enlarging this…

On being a fish

I have no recollection Of this wonderful collection Of colour flashing past me. As a fish, It’s all new – as Memory cells are few And I forget… But, forgive me… Who are you? Repeat ad nauseum.

Carded

Well, here we are almost halfway through April, NaPoWriiMo and I am by the sea flaking out after a late night at an Adam Ant gig. how old do you feel do you wear a high heel? do you enjoy your food when you eat? do you live to capacity and have the audacity to…