Sometimes you have to go with the flow. I had a catastrophe with my new painting today. I had just begun with delicate washes of grey, lemon, blue and violet when my cat Spider crashed through the cat flap – soaking wet and dripping after falling into the stream at the bottom of my garden. She shook herself, splattering water on my masterpiece and then lay down on it. So I decided to transform it into this….not my usual style but fun. I’m calling it April Showers.
Painting my dreams….
New painting from my Delirious series. Hope you like it!
The boy in the next bed was dying
of a disease with a fine French name.
No fruit, no flowers, no cards
wishing at his side. He had freckles,
curly hair the colour of coal tar soap
and Dr Barnardo’s for a home.
We strayed, whenever nurses looked away,
used Fagin skills to pry Fry’s Chocolate Cream
from the vending machine in Admissions.
The boy leaning on the push
handles of my wheelchair, dragging
numbed feet, sometimes losing a slipper.
At night the pain came stealing.
The boy, a brittle whisper
crept into my bed and I held him
close, close as skin,
nose to nose, forbidden
mint breath clinging.
Painting my dreams – New Art from the Far North:-
A new painting from my Delirious series based on dreams.
New painting from my Delirious series based on dreams.
