Dreams are not a night time story. Should you gather stardust and mold them into a new creation? I see you there wrapped up in the confines of your present narrative. You play it safe churning out each story. A ritual. I hear your voice. I know your face. With great strength you’re crunching numbers. … Continue reading Dare to dream
Art was selling gangbusters today at the Affordable Art Show. One artwork sells, another takes it’s place. There are people wrapping artwork that has been bought. There was a time when you had to wait for the end of an exhibition before you could pick up your purchase. Is this a sign of change? Dezzie … Continue reading Hiatus Photography – Wrapped
You play the fiddle and I listen to your tune unquestioningly. Am I seeing the writing on the wall right or through a twisted kaleidoscope of insurrection? You friendly voice stabs my sternum and makes me feel sick like too much candy on a warm day. I'm clutching straws and watching them break and fall like spaghetti leaning … Continue reading The Smiling Assassin
This is the first time since lockdown that our area has celebrated our annual food and wine festival. Three years and we have so missed you. Food, wine, live music, and a jumping castle for the kids. It was a real community event. A great weekend was had by all.
I fell over yesterday. This is my today and for that matter probably my world tomorrow and the next. I'm almost resigned to this perpetual journey as problems with my balance continue without resolution. I don't need alcohol just to look a certain way and down I go. I swore I'd had enough of getting … Continue reading Down I Go
You like to think that your work is still sitting on a wall somewhere and not in a thrift store gathering dust. Let's be realistic. It's only a matter of time before your artwork doesn't fit with what interior design decides is trendy. I remember when my blue period went south years ago and I … Continue reading Art Patrons
The sun meets the harbour bright and white. I cover my eyes squinting through the rays to watch the tug boat docking by the boardwalk. "Good morning" calls out the captain as he leans out from the wheelhouse. "A bit nippy". Lady Norman tug I smile up from my scooter vigorously rubbing my hands together. … Continue reading Mornings rituals