Unable to sleep, I try to reconcile the experiences of the day, to tease out the common threads, to find the pattern hidden in the voices, colours, shapes and motions.
water lilies -
my shadow falls
across the bridge
The exhibition shows impressions of a remote and long departed here and now. A reality which, close up, reveals it's nature in dry pigment.
a glint of gilt
distracted from the picture
by the frame
The play strikes me as more poetic than narrative. Everyone has their view, their opinion of what it's 'really all about'. What is it about for you? What nerves does it touch?
city night
out of the steady drone
a howl
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