a solitarian celebrates

I certainly have some things to be celebrated, but it’s something of a challenge as to know how: I’m not drawn to zoom social gatherings. I had a bit of a birthday a few weeks ago, and I held an impromptu lockdown table-top tea party –

brushes with reality

A nephew, catching sight of the jars on my studio window-cill (or is it sill?) once asked me what all the paintbrushes were about. “Well, these are the flat ends for straight, choppy and also consistent strokes,

from my window

Each morning when I comb my hair I twist any stray wisps together and float them off through the open window in the belief that they will be found by some sharp-eyed avian and soon be lining a cosy nest.

after a long silence ….

At the start of March I travelled to Mexico to teach again in Guadalajara. On the way I was re-reading Gulliver’s Travels.