Meet Sarah. Sarah is a handcrafted bear originally ‘adopted’ as one apparently says in collector-bear-world – or as you and I might say, paid a mental amount of money for – by my late mother. Late by nine years today, that’d be. Continue reading
A woman far more wise than I once said (and I may be paraphrasing slightly, it was a long time ago!): “the only stories we can totally truthfully tell are our own”. Now, you can pull that every which way … Continue reading
Let’s face it, I’m a rubbish blogger – I’m much happier out with the camera, and that’s exactly as it should be. And it’s been a brilliant summer – some fabulous commissions and a really exciting new project in the … Continue reading
It’s been an odd few weeks…. I’ve been thinking about death. More specifically, I’ve been thinking about how I talk about it, and how I connect with myself and those around me in the presence of dying. And that leads … Continue reading
When needs and worlds, ideals collide, and feelings roil and boil inside tis hard to know the truth of things, infernal fucking matterings… The second when the muttering is doublebarrelled suffering of loyalties and friendships broke – yet love prevails … Continue reading
We look so fine, so clear and swell, you’d never guess how deep the well of darkness, pain and itchy bad, that makes us in some moments sad. Love of friends is not the thing that stops such creeping suffering … Continue reading
Facing you now, what you want now, is not an easy thing. The she that was creeps back when you least expect her. She arrives with inglorious fanfare, to remind you of all you have lost and that you are … Continue reading
The I I see the you that’s me The we we are the ones we’ll be The she inside the shadow deep Where truth reside and dare not speak Who is the we that be on show The I you … Continue reading
I nearly died again, you know – Bloody glad I didn’t! Too much still I want to do For life to be an isn’t. Remarkably I’m in one piece, Though bits of me are two, And other parts now wired … Continue reading
Barbie Ritzco. Her name has a resonance all its own, don’t you think? It dances around your head and tantalises your tongue with its rhythm. It whispers of warrior and thrums with the beat of the runner. Barbie Ritzco. Barbie … Continue reading
