Somewhere between words and the world, and a perpetually curious heart, life has unravelled and the wind carried me in so many different directions. It’s been the most beautiful adventure and it’s only just beginning – but it calls me to abandon some darlings.
So this is my blog’s swan song; that final breath before the end.
The exhibition can now be found and followed on Facebook (for more journalism and traveling tales), as well as on my Fine Art website (a bouquet of canvases and stained surfaces) … so pop across and let’s go on another adventure.
Buildings look like libraries – especially at dusk.
The windows are arranged like books on a display shelf; some open and some closed; every story affected by the light and lines.
Look, in that frame a light turns on and a tired woman dressed in grey abandons her briefcase on the kitchen table. In the yellow square beside her scene, an elderly man leans against the windowpane and drinks the dying day. There are pot plants on his windowsill and lines under his eyes. Who does he see in the fading sky? (more…)