Category — the art gallery
The Wicket
July 11, 2010 No Comments
THE CONTRACT
2010 Royal Air Force Waddington International Air Show
Commercial Participant – Conditions of Entry
The Ministry of Defence cannot accept any responsibility in respect of personal injury, loss or damage to vehicles of property including motor vehicles in the car parks except to the extent that such injury, loss or damage is proved to be caused by M.O.D. negligence.
RAF Waddington reserves the right to carry out such vehicle and personal security checks as it deems necessary, and [Read more →]
July 6, 2010 No Comments
Blues
June 5, 2010 No Comments
Numbers Game
April 19, 2010 No Comments
seawater
April 16, 2010 No Comments
calf
April 16, 2010 No Comments
confluence
April 16, 2010 No Comments
ambidexterity
ambidexterity means no cricked neck!
April 16, 2010 No Comments
Guest Beers at the Victoria April 1st 2010
Mauldon’s Cuckoo (4.3%) £3.05
Dixons Colour of Spring (4.2%) £2.95
Butcombe Gold (4.4%) £3.15
Batemans Eggs-B (4.2%) £2.95
April 5, 2010 No Comments
Still Life
A back garden in Lincoln.
April 5, 2010 No Comments
No place to hide
The end of the road is a long long way
and with storm clouds gathering
there is no place to hide,
I think of the friends I have left behind
and wonder what they are doing,
wish they were with me on this long long ride
April 2, 2010 1 Comment
STOP!
March 31, 2010 No Comments
Not An Easy Living
It was not an easy living and the kids eventually had to leave home to work over the water. They came back from time to time but then the old man died and there was no longer a reason to make the trip. The building lay empty and locked until one winter a storm ripped slates off the roof. The subsequent decline was rapid and the cottage soon became fit only for sheep and nesting birds. Never again would that hearth see a roaring fire in the grate.
March 29, 2010 No Comments
South Uist Sunset
I look at this scene and feel calm, the serenity of the South Uist sunset. The derelict building, a black cut out on the darkened promontory, is a focus for the mind on life on the island. Summer now but a different proposition in winter. As if I am being lulled into a false sense of wellbeing.
I spend a few minutes gazing and then retire to the cottage. The oil lamp is already lit. There is no fire in the hearth but the smell of peat lingers, mingling well with the whisky in my glass. We sit around the table in the kitchen and talk long into the night.
March 28, 2010 No Comments
afficionadoless
hidden art
conflict of emotion
paint by discard
sewer of creativity
avoided filled void
afficionadoless
March 28, 2010 No Comments












