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.

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.

a yellow hello

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.