currents and cloth

A drifting gin bottle, tossed into the seas in 1886 by Germans hoping to track ocean currents, has turned up on a beach in Western Australia.

then and now

 

At the end of the ’80s I was in Accra Ghana; cooked food was sold on every street corner –

the bigger picture

It was a long morning of small reverses. The plug in the washbasin – that chrome pop-up

footprints

My right knee was playing up. As I went up the stairs at Highbury and Islington I got jostled in the crowds, and feeling less confident than usual, lost my balance.

peace, love and free enterprise on the Northern line

Time was when the Northern line was held in weary dread by many London Underground users.

getting it together

I had quite an urge to make some of my huge fabric stash into something more useful.

mudlarking on my mind’s beach

Having been painting a lot of monotone patterns for the last few days, in answer to an intriguing and tricky brief, I found myself breaking out into bright colours last night.