writing to my baby
all the emails I don’t send
i feel so ill, outside, my hands are clapping
this is what I said into my audio recorder on the train back from Colchester followed by the one I said in bed, during a sensory overload on Tuesday:
the world is bold
this village’s mist
Live art performance through a blog
Appearing
Appearing through the ages, a psychic timeline on a small canvas
Still Life
Objects in relationship. Objects relating in space.
Women
Covered up, she is still seen, seen not for who she is but the idea of what a woman is for.
The Bed
When the bed is less tool and more vessel