Paper Cut

We all need to feel grounded.  Walls and hedges, floors and edges, markers to our world’s defining spaces. Blanket stitching a creative space for everything to come, and everything to reflect upon; a place to heal within, to plan from.. A place to rest and go from next. A place to call home. A hubContinue reading “Paper Cut”

And Breathe

I have spent quite a lot of time looking at clouds recently. Either through a doorway at dawn or at dusk when the spectacular paint box of colours and shapes sploshes across our patch of sky. Or sometimes from the inside of a wheelchair as I get trundled on a too- far- to-walk-path or asContinue reading “And Breathe”

Happy International Artists day

Thankyou to all my readers for your kind comments and support this year. Here is a mini gallery of recent illustration work. As most of you know, we are mid relocation so this has been a calming constant in an ever evolving world! As ever, inspiration is always better amongst friends. See our community ArtContinue reading “Happy International Artists day”

Raven

Raven The day we watched the funeral,when all the nation grieved.Sat inside with children home,Choirs on TV. A raven watched beside us,Beside the open door.Catching little snippets, Coming back for more. Black were all her feathersBlack were her bright eyes.But though the day was heavy,The sun shone in the sky. Other ravens gathered,Smart in feathered suits.Regal,Continue reading “Raven”

It’s not easy being green

Summers end, new school year, pencils in a row. Children reinvent themselves, some refuse to go. Autumn hides the cobwebs just as spring brushes them clean; Subscription to the promise of a new you yet unseen. Starting fresh sounds simple, leave the ghosts behind. Clear the debts from credit cards, from lovers, heart and mind.Continue reading “It’s not easy being green”

Home

I’ll let you know my secrets,I’ll give you what I know.I’ll tell you all that made me,I’ll show you where I go. There is no understandingWithout first feeling pain.The blinding light of breakthrough sun,On shoulders soaked by rain. The humble yet deliciousCrust of bread, with butter – cold,When hunger is upon you;Rich and crumbly; yeastyContinue reading “Home”