it had to stop seven months of art and life and the influences that they have upon each other posts sometimes flippant pages ofttimes serious material and art material is art and here it ends again to start
Fartura: a traditional Portuguese doughnut formed in long spirals & then cut up.
Designed and built by Sir Christopher Wren, red brick with Portland stone dressings. William Hunter buried, Robert Graves married. Warm with snoring homeless, and Grinling Gibbons exuberant on the reredos.
1648 – 1721, across the reigns of Charles II, James II & William of Orange. English parents, brought up in Rotterdam. The greatest woodcarver, his lime wood carving was so fine that it was said a pot of carved flowers above his house in London would tremble from the motion of passing coaches. He made […]
I have just spent a couple of hours looking at these books again. I first met them in 2008, when I found them unfathomable and impenetrable. I can remember the uncomfortable feeling they gave me, even to the point of knowing which particular room I was in at the time. Now they seem like a […]
I wore a wedding ring between 1974 and 2007, with happiness and pride, a Blue Peter badge of family My finger no longer shows the indent and pallor of those years My soul no longer shows the indent and pallor I miss my sense of mutual commitment and sharing but now I don’t need a […]
I took arm-chair journeys to Rome, Paris & Cardiff on Saturday, accompanied by a box of beer, bread & cheese and an Englishman. My responses were built on emotion as well the rugby (of course, isn’t that what being a supporter is all about?). Delighted for the Italians to beat Ireland in Rome. We used […]