My conversation with the signalman who answered the phone from the railway crossing was surreal – but it was late at night and he was probably bored. Me: Is it clear to take a car across? Him: Are there any animals involved? Me: That’s no way to talk about my friends! Him: Aren’t you the continue reading »
I can tell when I’ve lost my grip on life when I look in the fridge and find it full of things that are no longer fit to eat. You know the kind of thing – lots of helpful plastic pots with leftovers in, well intentioned but now growing an interesting variety of mould. (Why continue reading »
Children play; adults usually don’t. At least, not in the same way. Adults play an instrument, or tennis, but they don’t often ‘play’ like children do, to learn, to find out what happens if….., which is a shame. Children play to learn, not because they don’t have proper jobs or a hundred chores to do continue reading »
My studio table is a map of what’s going on in my head. Sometimes it’s tidy; mostly it isn’t. At the moment it’s full of half finished projects. There’s jewellery making stuff still laid out (lots of ideas, must get down to it when I get a free day). There’s a possible design for a continue reading »
Artistic people have the knack of making ordinary things beautiful. Last week I went to a concert in Goodwick, at a church overlooking the bay. It was an overcast evening, grey light on a grey sea and the breakwater cutting across the centre of the bay. There was half an hour before the concert started and continue reading »