Notes
Can't get enough of this May.
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Spring is another country
A poem, a painting
I like to pretend I accept the ambivalence of landscape but really I expect some subjectivity from it. I want its blessing, its confirmations, it’s healing powers. I want the right configuration of hedges, trees just so.
A selection of charcoal drawings from last year now available
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A choir sings in a field, faces pointed up into the encircling darke night. Each voice is like a dove issuing forth into the star-holed firmament.
Barn Wood is full of wood anemones, a patchy blanket of expectant white faces pointed towards any break in the forest canopy.
On the shore that first day were ocean-pocked plastic buoys, steel oil drums, nylon rope, hemp rope. A toilet seat.
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A two day trip east at the tail of last year to Suffolk and Norfolk
Dust doesn’t settle here but thickens the air like cornflour.
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