Artist Date 2: A Commission
I tend to think I'm rubbish at working to someone else's specifications. That commissions stifle my imagination. But, the only projects I've managed to complete, successfully, in the last year…
An Artist and her Bus Pass
I am on a lonely road and I am travelling, sang Joni Mitchell in a song I like very much. But her problem could be considered quite the opposite of…
The Artist’s Date
Like everyone, Covid has affected my life in a zillion random ways. While I've had the very good fortune not to get sick, I'm somewhat weighted by certain repercussions. No…
The Hawks Nib
It’s a Butey!
Tuesday 20 JulyI sit at the window of a kitchen that is mine for the week, like a cat safe in the knowledge its curiosity won't kill it here. On…
A Quickie
Where has the time since my last post gone? I wonder if now I'm that old time moves in odd ways; or, rather, the way I experience time has changed?…
Stinging Sixties
Thanks to my parents not being able to keep their hands off each other for, preferably, another twenty years, a week ago I became sixty. I've known it was going…
Early Spring Walk
Lockdown, One Year On.
Tuesday was the anniversary of lockdown, here, and I meant to write this post then. But I had my first jag on Monday and looking at the computer screen gave…
Apple Lane
The Dig
Me, digging – pulling silly faces for the camera is easier than trying to look not-hideous these days. Saturday 27 February 2021The rain has abated and, although you wouldn't call…
Embracing the Strange
It struck me, as I lambasted myself for having watched three You Tubes in a row on how to get the most out of Big Sur, that instead of fighting…
In the Liminal
Lost in the In-Between I seem to have fallen between the cracks again. The cracks in democracy – I knew the Republicans wouldn't have the guts, but all the same,…