Saturday, 7 April 2012


I decided to choose a poem by Lord Byron to accompany this ink drawing.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more,From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before,To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Friday, 6 April 2012


ink, pastels, bark skin

deep black indian ink

from a car window

These quick drawings took place on a car trip to the beach.
It was fun to draft from a vanishing image and to be made aware
of visual memory and what already exists in the mind.

'Impulse' Homage to Merce Cunningham

Below a link to the man who 'recasted the vocabulary of dance'


These are cork and hand sewed necklaces which occured to me as I was slicing the cork circles.