He Said
“I don’t know what else I can say,
I could hang on the ‘phone anyway
And just listen to your static.”
I’m ecstatic
Florence Meade
Things I Make and Do
Tag: Sketch
August 10, 2014
August 2, 2014
Town
Engines groan, urging and streets sigh
Fight and win or lose and die
White frames and harsh lights for the new under glass
Dirty mouths and dark shadows for the old in the underpass
Bodies sat in chairs, chattels hanging, wired in
No-one knows the future but they keep on spinning
Vigilant faces scan the melee
Empty hearts that make their way
Check in on themselves once in a blue moon
How do you feel? Who are you?
June 21, 2014
Lakenheath Fen and Marsh Harrier
On a windy April day with sunny spells we watched Marsh Harriers through our binoculars.
A Marsh Harrier, my contribution to Cambridge Community Quilt.
Marsh Harrier painted at school after work experience at Wicken Fen.
April 25, 2014
Black Urn
I admit I’m getting too much mileage out of old stuff recently (this is from 1995) but I am posting this to set the bar; I really want to get back into regular practice with water colours.
Florence Meade 