swallows in winter

swallows in winter

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In progress

Unfinished ( only just started) altered portrait number 3. I tend to start with the eyes or an eyebrow. Who knows how it will turn out… The eyes are speaking to me so I will carry on.

I’m making these portraits using a vintage studio portrait as my starting point.

She looks like a movie star in the photograph, but I am not interested in replicating what the photographer had in mind.

Last week I went to the Frieze Art Show in London. There were no typewriters but many pairs of fancy pants parading around. It was a lot of fun and it made me think hard about what I want to do when I make marks on paper. I had a deep discussion about the origins of art and it transpires I’m a romantic. Not really a surprise!

Ok, have a good weekend x

Come in, have a cup of tea. It’s National Poetry Day in the U.K.

Friends, I invite you to browse sections of my poetry shelves wherever you are in the world, because every day is poetry day. I think we need poetry more than ever, and I think we need to read it in solitude on paper and to hear it spoken in a crowd, we need to read each other poetry at bedtime, and over a breakfast coffee. Leave a poem in a random place. When the world flips its middle finger at you, flip a poem right back at it. With love.

Autumn beach

That’s the pretty part of my visit to the beach yesterday. This is the not so pretty bit of my beach walk:

These I picked up and disposed of, along with other bits of rubbish, Yuck. Fortunately there are plenty of rubbish bins at regular intervals all along the beach both on the beach and on the promenade, so you don’t have to carry the tat very far.

Yes, those last two are single use plastic tampon applicators. Again: YUCK! Ten seconds of use for a thousand years of pollution. Ok beach clean done. Let’s look at nature again .

The gulls were pulling razor clams and mussels from the pools here.