Pippa At Mary Stanford Lifeboat House. Back from the framers, ready for South East Open Studios 2015. Monday, 11 May 2015. South East Open Studios 2015. Follow the coastal trail here. Monday, 4 May 2015. Sold by the West End House Gallery, Smarden. Monday, 27 April 2015. Rescued from the dog pound in Ireland. Brought over to England by Kent Greyhound Rescue. Sunday, 26 April 2015.

Musings and ramblings, often related to or inspired by Michel Butor. On May 20, 2015. Occasionally people seem surprised at my enthusiasm, my geeky love, for the world of Marvel on the big and small screen. I read Proust, I love enigmatic French arthouse movies where nothing happens, very stylishly, for hours on end.

Recent work and work in progress and anything else that interests me. Are memories inherently melancholy? When in the form of objects or photographs they do seem to be. Vitrines from the museum are now on show in London, at Somerset House. A Turkish form of melancholy.

Portrait of the man as a young artist.

A collection of the best of UK mountain, art and environmental articles. Friday, 23 March 2018. To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field. He does not spare himself or his companions as the action unfolds, and I suppose as a former Prison officer one might be thinking about people and their motivations. Who you can one really rely on and who might just be talking a good game, bolstered by past glories? Posted by Footless Crow.

Sunday, July 5, 2015. Thermal and Not so Thermal. Here I am wrapped up in my cloaks, cold itself. And yet, significant signs of life are surfacing. Bravo, Hercules, I say. This is winter? Thursday, May 28, 2015.

January 26, 2013 by artandsoulofliverpool.

Probably more than natural and synthetic dyes, wax, resists, and history. Dyes, silk and North Portugal. Display board from the Museu do Abade de Baçal, Bragança showing natural dyes once in use for silk dyeing.

Any bookshop and any newspaper book review section includes many titles by people you have never heard of, and a recent editorial. By Alan Taylor in the. Brought home the startling issue about the huge number of books which are getting written and published but not read.

Saturday, 7 May 2016. It is my favourite time of year. Fleeting, but so beautiful. The woods are filling up with drifts of bluebells again, but they are full of ghosts too, each morning as I walk through them in wind, or rain or dappled sunlight. People and dogs and places that I can no longer reach out and touch. The gradual veiling of our lives that happens, I suppose, to all of us. When I was very young, my grandfather took me on an outing. It was the woods that transformed that.