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Small Reminders

Open the Door — mixed media on canvas, 100 x 100 mm, 2018. Available.

Pause — mixed media on canvas, 100 x 100 mm, 2018. Available.

“…it is part of the artist’s function to pay sudden attention to… the details the world is constantly offering us, and then, if adequately arrested by them, to give them a singular existence, transforming them without falsifying them to reveal the capacity that all ordinary things have to become suddenly remarkable when picked out by human vision.” Margaret Mahy

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A paradox

Blackout poem #15

“For a miracle,
move from the hazards of excess
towards extravagant control;
replace too-muchness
with the delight
of a paradox.”

Tidying

Blackout poem #14

Blackout poem #14

“If things bring you joy, keep them.
‘What? You still have that?’
Yes. I keep them because they are treasure.”

I’ve been reading (and finding blackout poetry in) Marie Kondo’s book ‘The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying’ and don’t let the poem fool you… I am preparing to embark on an epic journey. The book — and the KonMari Method — are intriguing and, yes, potentially life-changing. I’ll keep you posted.

Summer, autumn, winter, spring

Blackout poem #13

Blackout poem #13

“Hearts will grow almost anywhere.
As long as they are handled carefully,
they will flower summer, autumn, winter, spring.”

It’s been a busy month… although you might not be able to tell that from my blog posts. I’ve been revamping some of the photos in my Etsy shop, I’ve painted a few landscapes (you may still see one of them in my Instagram feed over there on the right), and I’ve been discovering the wonderful world of Polyvore.

Oh and I’ve been preparing for the Pegasus Bay Art Show which is happening this weekend. Friday, October 7th is Opening Night and Saturday, October 8th is the Open Day.

My, that’s a lot of links… I hope that goes some way to explaining my absence from WordPress these last few weeks. No apologies. No excuses. I do plan to be around a little more often after the art show and then I can fill you in on recent events in more detail.

Time would tell

Blackout poem #12

Blackout poem #12

“The dream would not go.
Some things were meant to be.
Yes, sometimes it is simple
and time would tell.”