I went to the most beautiful party last night. I lay on the floor on a cushion beside a kind man I didn't know, looking up at a grapevine-covered conservatory ceiling wound through with tiny lights, while listening to another man with a fairytale hat and a beautiful voice singing the kind of sad songs that make you feel lit up inside.Read More
Sun shining hot.
Making good work.
Doing the washing.
Cleaning the sink.
kind of day.Read More
I've got a Xmas market coming up on Saturday and I've made some artwork for it which is quite good and, according to the schedule in my own head, I'm supposed to be spending this morning writing a cheery post so you'll come to the market and buy some stuff. But you know what I'm not feeling it.Read More
I walked into the lounge and there he was, asleep in the warm and yellow light.Read More
I came across an old magazine while shifting Dad yesterday, an old New Zealand House and Garden with an eight page story about me in it. Mum had kept for 15 years. She always was proud of me.Read More
It will be strange though, to no longer have a place to go back to which is full of my mother's things. She loved her things. My parents have moved around a lot in their lives, so we as a family don't have a family home as such. What I didn't realise until now is that my mother's things were our family home. She was like a turtle and carried what mattered to her with her wherever she went. But as I said to one of my sisters, she no longer needs them now.Read More
I was getting my morning coffee from the excellent the village snob down by the riverside yesterday, and came across these two ribbons. One yellow, one black.
I wondered who put them there and why. A memory of a kiss? Some kind of grieving?Read More
Standing at the kitchen bench yesterday I was thinking of my mother gone, shoving corn chips in my mouth not because I was hungry but because I felt lost without her, and wanted to ease the ache of it. I looked across to the window, maybe a noise outside made me turn. I noticed the curtain moving in the warm afternoon breeze.
I paid attention. I made this photograph. I find it beautiful.Read More
This is the last photograph of her and me.Read More