Sunday, September 25, 2022

at the cottage


And we piled the bed with 3 blankets and a sleeping bag on top of the log cabin quilt and blanket. 

And we wore socks at the beginning and I wore a cardigan over and an undershirt under my long sleeved nightie. 

And in the morning, he said ‘let me warm you’ ….

And I loved him back.

Thursday, September 22, 2022

home from Memory Ville


 And my dream continued like that - people encouraging me to stay longer in the memories and me wanting to leave them behind but also, just as I’m about to - glimpsing another, starting again. 

The trees. The trees. They changed everything by being so huge.  Tall.  Green. 

Tuesday, August 30, 2022

The subject is myself and what I see


Perspective?

It is made in my head, not on the paper.

It depends on you and the ideas you have.

The most simple things are the most difficult.

Henri Matisse, the lost interview 

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

a torso



‘To me art’s subject is the human clay, Landscape but a background to a torso; 
 All Cezanne’s  apples I would give away For a small Goya or a Daumier’

From w.h.Auden’s ‘letter to Lord Byron’ 1937. Quoted by David Hockney when he made a portrait of WH Auden in 1968. 

Wednesday, August 17, 2022

In Cornwall


He wanted to go to the shipwreck museum with grandad and brother after all so she could go to the Eden Project.  

Sunday, August 7, 2022

finished in time


green dress, flowered dress, grey linen dress, black dress, teal silk dress, black skirt, 15 days, brown coat, red scarf

packing my favourite clothes 


The second side! 

I wanted to finish this piece so that it could be photographed while we are in England.  

Is it really done? Can it be this easy?  To have an idea and put my head down and carry it out without all the un-doing I usually need to go through.  

No time to worry about such things today.  I am so happy to have made this jazz-like textile. 

(improvisational within a structure) 

Saturday, July 16, 2022

cosmic dreaming


Catch hold of the thread’s hidden end.

Unspool yourself from self, it’s easy.

There are treasures within you. 

Rumi