Continue reading “The Lilac Timetable”
When I woke up Granny had grinned at me from the glass on the washbasin, now her teeth are wedged in a piece of marmalade toast. I know she won’t bite but am wary of this person who a week ago was a relative stranger.
Continue reading “The Lonely Fly”
Then the silence would be broken …
And the gymnastics and shouting begin
Solitary. Survival. Substitute .Continue reading “Bogey Man Hides”
Cocooned. Caged. Castaway.Continue reading “Bogey Man Follows”
Three images I took at a Vietnam fishing village made me stop and ponder.
Sunday market for the Flower Hmong in North Vietnam is quite an event. I wanted to capture the colour and intense atmosphere of the mass of people. Positioning myself in one spot, I waited for something more to happen alongside two women engrossed in conversation …
Though I may take many photos on any one occasion, I edit down to a small few. How do I choose? My images need to say something so I’ll use this one to start a small series on reading photographs.
Death was in the room, portrayed with astonishing sensitivity, respect and gentleness.
Visiting NIROX was the last day of my five month overseas trip. I’d travelled to discover more of myself and hoped to wrap up the disparate parts of my life in some sort of neat bow. Of course that is not possible but this exhibition themed – ‘Not a Single Story’ – was a perfect ending (or was it just the beginning?!) of my travels inside and out.
I learned 8 things this about Art that day: