I love the sound of the wind in trees. I go and listen to a tree near my house when I need space and time. Today I listened to different trees : but the effect is the same. Bliss is in the breeze.
so many sites, so many forums, so many faces….here’s a selection of the images I posted tonight…. There is no rhyme or reason to my choices, but they are slightly different. The one I am most happy with is the fridge. I love that. Probably because it is the only “real” picture … We choose…
Notes from inside
Well, if I can stop my hands from shaking (it’s been a long day thus far) I will give you an update from deep within the world of contemporary art…guys, Stitch goes to Frieze 2015…and, sort of, survives. I’m in one of the watering holes drinking a very abstemious fizzy water and attempting to sneak…
I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been rhyming I’ve not written ditties. It’s brush strokes these days that I work. Perhaps I have hoisted myself from the depths I really don’t know why I’ve stopped. I think it’s a temporary, interim thing…
have a look at my sister blog’s post on where I’ve got to on these ideas so far….