If they could tell stories, those drystone walls, would we listen? Their purpose from the Iron Age through Medieval England to The Enclosures to keep,out and in, often questioned. Whose right, whose ownership, whose sheep? But of those men, and I have to say mainly men, I guess, what were their thoughts and feelings as […]
An image – sitting on a bench beside a stranger reading a book, and he commenting on the author, having read his books too; I think it was a William Boyd. That’s all – a brief meeting. Another moment – hearing the announcement ‘incident on the line’ – a train delayed. A feeling – the […]
That is a dull title and I will change when I’ve managed a few thoughts, expressed a few ideas. Letter writing, a diary kept; both good practice as otherwise the clog of what has filtered in, brewed and been unexpressed, becomes like tea stewed and stale. It takes on a banal shroud, too much to […]
Can I describe the condition of love as of ‘barnacles attaching to a ship’s bottom’? This is not the grand falling of one enchanted evening with her or him across a crowded room. No, it’s that gradual accumulative effect of liking aspects of a person, the familiarity of friendship which can eventually lead to full […]
Posted onLooking for a photographer or illustrator. All ready to go except for a front and back cover. How difficult to communicate your ideas and then not getting very far? A Chagall, images of fire, balloon, fair ground, flowers, lovers; it seemed so simple. My efforts at illustration are limited; excuses like working with child’s poster […]