July sky

I’ve had the same set of watercolours in a Windsor and Newton black enamel tin since I was a first year art student at Falmouth. Over the years the pans of colours have been renewed but it’s one of those little constants I return to that makes me feel secure. I started doing quick sketches in watercolour of lockdown skies in March. I didn’t think I would need to make another sketchbook to contain them all. Yesterday it was an even pale grey all day so I didn’t bother painting it. Today it looks more interesting so I may well do several. There are no rules other than to be guided by the wind.

Jigsaws and envelopes

I’m not sure I want to become addicted to jigsaw puzzles during the remainder of lockdown, which is just as well, as there seems to be a world shortage at the moment. I have been enjoying revisiting Brighton Rock. Pinkie is even worse than I remember him. And I understand Rose even less. If I could type on a jigsaw puzzle, I would

Blackout poems with slowness

Normally I would browse second hand books for blackout poetry. Retyping the text out of necessity makes me think I should always do it this way from now on. I hope this is a way back into writing, a way to climb out of the lockdown brain fog pit

Stills from a movie, Day 37

I’m making things, not really typing, not really writing. This is from a photo we took of our shadows on a night walk last summer. Now the longest we’ve been apart since we got together and every day from now on until lockdown is over.

Thinking of you all. Keep on staying safe xx