Roses; epilogue

My rose text is done. Strange how one can work for weeks on a text which ends up at 567 words. But that’s how it is. For me, anyway. I have written this text on commission, it’s going into an exhibition catalogue. The text is written to a series of large-scale rose-drawings, pencil drawings in … More Roses; epilogue


reading up & sketching down; roses in art (cont.)   Virgin Mary and Jesus is, one could be tempted to say, a standard motif in Western art. However, most portraits depict the virgin looking at her child. In this picture, by British/Austrian Marianne Stokes, Mary looks up and out, as if to introduce her young child … More Roses


How to write about nature in a way that makes the reader feel the landscape as if she was there; wandering through it … absorbed, possessed – ? Here is Jean Sprackland: Countless times I’ve seen the shore hewn and hammered, scattered with whole tree trunks, steel pipes, oil drums, concrete fence posts, dead sheep. … More Sea-change

Fern studies

A visual diary – my visual diary – is, like any other diary, mainly a recollection of ordinary things; fragments of everyday life, normal oddities. When out and about I’m not looking for the outstanding or exceptional, but for the extraordinary within the ordinary. Like for example a fern unrolling a young frond. There are … More Fern studies

Fools Like Us

It’s time to re-read a favorite poem Any fool can get into an ocean by Jack Spicer Any fool can get into an ocean But it takes a Goddess To get out of one. What’s true of oceans is true, of course, Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming Through riptide of rhythms and the … More Fools Like Us

A bathtub follow up

Time for a new Abreuvoir I spotted this watering place on my afternoon walk, not sure what the pipes are for – maybe just there to add some colour to my photo? I also found this beautiful harrow – left to rust in a corner of no-mans-land. And a tyre trying to become nature …