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Looking Back, an Essay.
On a day long ago, just before the introduction of the National Health Service, I was born in a nursing home in West London. This marked the start of a life, that has either been in the last throes of a dying system, or been in the vanguard of something new ever since. Indeed this…
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Hello from the Wheelhouse
The Wheelhouse is where these musings are being created, as well as any artistic work…or indeed as part of that work. The musings are intended to be a snapshot of myself as the artist, responding to the world around me, and sometimes events that are either current or historic.
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Dreaming of Purple
The most refracted colour when light passes through a prism, purple is at the far end of the visible colour spectrum, and is the hardest colour for the eye to discriminate The word actually derives from the name of the Tyrian purple dye manufactured from mucus secreted by the spiny dye-murex snail. The dye came…
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The Voyage Continues…
Today I loosen the ropes and slip my moorings to drift away from my artistic home at Trinity Bouy Wharf. It is time to leave the physical form of The Wheelhouse and continue to Dream the Voyage to a yet unknown destination. A new artist will move in and create their own responses, giving a…
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The Loss of a Dear Companion.
To lose a pet is very often such an individual experience it is hard to generalise about. It is based on how that relationship unfolded, and the depth of feeling associated with it. For me, in common with so many others, the animals in my life are not so much pets, as life companions. Our…
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A Nice Cuppa Tea
This cup, like the rising of the sun,Heralds the new day. A smileTo greet tasks left undone.And those anew, can wait awhile.As slowly I drink my tea. Whose hands did pick the leavesThat gave this cup its life?Did they tire, sit under shady trees,Just water to drink as they striveIn their relentless task. And do…
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Dreaming the New Year.
Imbolc is an ancient Celtic festival celebrating the start of Spring on the eve of February 1st/2nd. It is long associated with Brigid, now the patroness saint of Ireland. Imbolc marks the lengthening of days and the beginning of growth and readying for the farming year ahead. This is the time of preparing for the…

