unfolded sheets and cornered pages, cobalt, rising from the blanket, found a world within the drawer - everything unpainted. the velour shadow of the curtain, quiet and thin and barely moving, bows before the wounded evening - everything unpainted.
I see her, Little Annie, in a shaded space on the far side of the street, vixen, stood against her trestle, beneath a tarpaulin that shivers. It is draped and slung with floating dresses, throws and scarves; tie-dye collage against a background of movement, of brickwork, of shapes and faces. She is weightless, appears so, almost … Continue reading Her Picasso Gift.
[sunlight] i won a classroom competition at primary school for a picture i painted of lyme bay. miss morgan said that the rendering of the sunlight striking the sea was particularly impressive: pale rods falling at the diagonal from dark clouds into diamond sparkled water. it is rather similar to the way the sunlight appears … Continue reading close to the aperture [sunlight]