I've got a job interview this morning, so today's preparation has mostly involved mainlining cups of tea and cutting wafer-thin slices of chocolate cake; the slenderness of the slices allows me to convince myself that this obviates the fact I'm eating it at 9.20am as well as wiping out the calorie content. I should be … Continue reading Job interviews and happy places
With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you're connected to the sea. SYLVIA EARLE. This quote could explain why when we go down to the beach near the House with the Blue Door I embrace the liminal space of the beach with the tide washing over it. It was during an … Continue reading Connected to the sea
This is the bloom of a birthday girl rose, printed and overlaid with a handwritten beautiful quote I came across the other day. Roses as people, when I started to think about the concept, it seemed that plants as people or reminders of people was apt for my garden. The rose in this image was … Continue reading I would like my roses to meet you…
I've had this quote written up in my sketchbook for ages. That's what's great about sketchbooks; you find interesting things and then can refer back to them when inspiration strikes. I was going through some old photographs this morning, when I came across this one, of Lewis, our rather handsome jet-black cat. I distressed the … Continue reading Languorous black cats
Last week at my son's school, it was space day. Never one to turn down a challenge to make something out of milk bottles I duly set to work with my spray paint and hot glue gun. I took this photograph of him with his rocket man backpack on and today I printed it out … Continue reading Cos I’m a rocket man…
The House with the Blue Door 