the eyes have it

fabric

I came down to earth with a bump: one minute looking up at the stars, the next tripping on something uneven, I was sprawled on the ground, knocked senseless. Continue reading

song and dance

I’ve remarked before how often it seems that people are drawn to each other by the similarities of their clothing – the colour, pattern or textures. Continue reading

mother nature, father time

moon

Driving eastwards last night the magnificent perigee moon rose ahead of me beaming serenely in the indigo night sky, as though there’d been no torrents, storms and bluster during the day.

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a yellow hello

archive yellow painting 1980s

The house directly opposite the short-cut path to the station has a chrome yellow front door; it matches the ‘up-and-over’ of the garage and on the drive sits a modest canary coloured car. Continue reading

“The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.”

bean room

I’ve been thinking about William Blake’s idea that the natural home we build for ourselves is constructed of friendship rather than bricks and mortar. I like it. Continue reading

sandwich spread

I’ve often entertained the grandiose dream of being invited to decorate those vast membranes that are wrapped around buildings under construction – just to perk things up a bit; Continue reading