Tag Archive: Art

MOWING DOWN THE TALL GRASS…

  He salutes me every morning. Him…that old guy…the early morning walker. Like me. Although, I know that I’m not the only one. I imagine he salutes every one he passes whether on… Continue reading

LAST CALL…

The Dancer stood. Then moved toward the floor. No need for another. The music moved The Dancer. Along with the others. In confident directions. Last dance. Last call.          … Continue reading

FUNNY HOW THAT HAPPENS…

An idea within an idea within an idea. It never seems to stop until…someone else is doing something else that someone else is doing and the fire is lit..and it begins again. In… Continue reading

NO EXPLANATION NECESSARY…

Jasper Johns burgled my mind. He took all the thoughts I’ve had about my ART that tumble around in my head, and said them aloud to important curators of important museums and important… Continue reading

NOT MY WORDS…

LAPIN BLEAU via Thoughts on Integrity Sometimes words spoken or written by others hit a nerve, make a point, provoke, and not just a mere thought but myriads of thoughts….that are too important… Continue reading

CHER…YOU THERE?

IRISH FARM HOUSE Did you get my message? The Reader said it was about time we had a sit-down, and The Reader is right. It really is time. There isn’t much that comes… Continue reading

FISHING FOR WORDS…

PESCE The Reader looks more than dubious that somehow I can connect fishing for words to the watercoloured fish on a platter surrounded with leafy, green things, yellow-ish squiggles and red rounds that… Continue reading

POINTS TAKEN…and BEYOND

NUMBER FORTY-SEVEN  “All his own geese are swans, as the swans of others are geese.” Horace Walpole (1717-97) British writer Referring to Sir Joshua Reynolds. Wait! Wait! shouts My Reader. Geese? What geese?… Continue reading

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC…

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC She wasn’t an easy person…understand not in the infamous being easy sense, she just wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Safely said, her glass was always less than half-empty. Who is kidding… Continue reading

TWICE AS GOOD…

Curious still about the etymological origin of twice…as defined in Origins A Short Etymological Dictionary of Modern English, authored by Eric Partridge is this: “2. In double degree or quantity (twice as good).”… Continue reading

PORTLAND ON ICE…

ice>noun 1 a roof covered with ice: frozen water, icicles; black ice, frost, rime, glaze. icy>adjective 1 icy roads: frozen, frozen over, iced over, frosty, frosted, ice-bound, ice-covered, iced up; slippery; literary rimy.… Continue reading

COMMON GROUND…

SEASON OF REMEMBRANCE

WHETHER REPORT…

                                                                        BIRD IN A BOWL Funny thing about that weather. Yesterday on the half-past five morning first dog walk… Continue reading

WE RODE HORSES…

                                                 SHACK and PUMP HOUSE The telephone would have exploded had he not answered it. The Stepfather knew who it was. His mother. She never minced words. She demanded and commanded. The Old… Continue reading

MINDING MY Zs and Qs…

“…The sound of silence. Background noises no longer there… painful spaces of time… Other sounds eventually fill the empty space…” __ Other sounds do eventually fill the empty spaces that once filled a… Continue reading

WHERE THE ROAD GOES…

Normally, I’ve been reluctant to besiege My Reader with facts, that particular part of my art researching profession that requires accuracy closely bordering the edge of boredom. However, just this once and feeling… Continue reading

ABOUT FORGETTING…

  This is how it goes, usually… 1 January – take down Christmas tree. Pack. Store.   This is how it went… 26 December – Christmas tree down. Packed. Stored. Five-day head start… Continue reading

LOST IN LOCATION…

The day couldn’t have been darker, colder, more foreboding or windier. What did we expect? It was, after all, the East Sussex seacoast in early spring; a perfect day to get out of the cottage and… Continue reading

CONSIDER YOURSELF INVITED…

We’ll be dining in the kitchen…surrounded with the savory aromas of a holiday meal all day in preparation. The reclaimed, battered and bruised farm table is covered with a treasured cloth sprinkled with… Continue reading

WHAT WAS I THINKING…?

FIG ON A PLATTER ON the ninth day Before Christmas It came as a vision A flash. No, a scare! THIS FIG Was just sitting On a silly green plate In the shape… Continue reading

TELLING THE TRUTH…

Sometimes things just get away from you. The day. Time. The weather. A swear word (or words) that is or are supposed to be silent but end up being  out-loud swear word(s). Really… Continue reading

ARMCHAIR CONVERSATION…

  At first it was curiosity and wondering about a word. Then mental machinations and mindless wanderings took the high road and soon profound curiosity became a fever-pitched research obsession. It was all… Continue reading

IT ISN’T EASY…

IF I WROTE TO YOU…

WHITE CHAIR If I wrote to you would you answer? Not because you won’t but because you haven’t. Is it because of all those things I said on pages? I don’t know what… Continue reading

SUNDAY LUNCH…

SUNDAY LUNCH Not to bore you with details but the menu was southern comfort through and through: thin sliced smoked ham, Vermont maple syrup laced with baked beans; collard greens infused with pepper… Continue reading