Report-age

You probably know I am in the throes of a massive house and life move….surrounded by packing cases, bags for the charity and mounds of laundry, I am contemplating life choices. Walk with me a while… Apart from the obvious catalysts for these reflections, I came across my old school reports this week as I…

Certainty

There is a very well-known saying that there Are only 2 certain things in life: death and taxes. Well, I have been exploring a related third certainty: the need to work in order to provide sustenance. There is a lot of philosophising around the ‘post work’ model of social structuring. Basically, as machines become more…

Berlin face off 

I was standing on the pavement My fingers cold and stiff  The phone loose in my hand  It’s job done Directions good. I saw my goal Iconic and cool Lines clean against the cobalt rise And then a blue Familiar friend Caught my eye and As I bent Towards its light  I saw my life…

Oh yeah

This is the latest in a long series of posts about the state of my studio/craft room. I started talking about this about five years ago, I kid you not. And today I have reached another milestone in the long running battle to Declutter whilst keeping all my stuff. Seemingly  an impossible balancing act. And yet,…

Anthropology 2: art student

I lost my jacket, heels and case i left them way behind. I cut my hair and changed my spex, become another kind. I left the ranks of the well paid I missed the Budget speech, I said goodbye to 9 to 5… It all is out of reach. ‘These days I google concept art i…

Dot dot dot

Sometimes we use code to communicate. We use familiar shorthand and we can miss details as a result. I have recently started a Visual Communications MA course at the University of Stitchopolishire so expect to hear my garbled thoughts on the subject in the future. I am intersted in this idea of lost information and…

Anthropology 1 : SAHM

I am a member of a tribe, a group, a pack, a flock.  We move together, twice a day Split shifts, there and back.  And in between we cook and clean And keep our houses neat And then to kill the time to three We might go sweep the street.  Not meet, For coffee, Oh…

Tidal

True to say that my energy ebbs and flows these days. Today I did both. And a lot more too.

Shuffle

so, it’s been almost 2 months since I posted….the longest I’ve even gone. Why? A plethora of reasons….bad meds, no energy, no time, too many projects, no imagination….oh dear. Well, I am a quilter not a quitter so I am back to have another go…I just need to re-shuffle the hand of cards life has dealt…

Damn spot

to the theatre….where I and my learned friend saw King Charles III amid grey heads and rustling sweetie packets. What a brilliant play, truly fabulous. I have always loved Robert Powell since his Jesus of Nazerath days (he can not blink for an unfeasibly long time you know, a rare gift) and tbh that was the…