Mirror (7): Three Christmas Mornings.

7      [postcard]: portrait photograph of Walt Whitman (credited to Mathew Brady, 1860) Casey A thoughtfully sent this from Seattle. In the border frame she has written, brilliantly - v v Double ewe u u w Thoughtfully, because she is a good listener and, brilliantly, because marginalia is where she blends her work into … Continue reading Mirror (7): Three Christmas Mornings.

Mirror (6): Distant Bells.

6      [business card]: Kelly Jayne, BA, MA. Artist. Art Psychotherapist.   *   Distant Bells. Parade of grave shoes. Their shadows shrink and loom. He believes he sees them, so he sees them. He watches them askew. They hover and pass, never ending. The shadows were drawn to this place, he imagined, by … Continue reading Mirror (6): Distant Bells.

Mirror (5): Penny Diamonds.

5      [postcard] Marguerite/ Amedeo Modigliani, 1916.   *   Penny Diamonds. They were sat at a large table papered with plates and balled napkins. The table was adorned in glass and everywhere was dusted with knuckles of crumb. Snapped and unsnapped crackers, penny diamonds among the paper crowns. There was a cliff face … Continue reading Mirror (5): Penny Diamonds.

Mirror (1-3).

I rarely see myself in the day mirror anymore, having learned to disappear myself. The day mirror has become my third eye. The day mirror allows me to become magnificent, mercurial. I enter and leave it at will. Within its frame, I free range and, despite being close enough to kiss your ear, I look … Continue reading Mirror (1-3).

A Tale In Three-Quarter Time.

She sat at the kitchen table and all the what ifs, what weres and what could’ve beens floated around her head as the bread began to rise in the oven. She thought about the summer they'd met. But actually what was there to think about? A collection of soft images, feelings and snatches of conversations. … Continue reading A Tale In Three-Quarter Time.