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‘Yellows Of Early Spring’

2019

Watercolours and Gouache on Paper

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I walk and I notice,

these yellows of early spring.

It seems there is no better call,

than these milestones dressed up as,

sunlight itself,

to shock from hibernation.

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‘Mighty Mouser’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

29cm x 39cm

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‘Tasting Colours’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

29cm x 39cm

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‘Three Orbs / The Serendipitous Glow Of a Life Well Lived’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

35cm x 46cm

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‘Homeward Healin’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

41cm x 41cm

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‘Hangover Cure’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

46cm x 48cm

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This worlds so sweet,

you’re afraid to sleep,

for fear of dying.

On Wednesday we woke to saxophone.

We waved to each other from opposite balconies

and with your guitar, added you jam to his.

 When we met on level ground,

he told us Salvador Sobral,

once had lived in our home.

He had dated a woman, a friend.

But Sobral had left,

as his heart was too big. 

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Cold Hands / Warm Heart’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

39cm x 40cm

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We met in a bathroom toilet.

Bonding over Brexit,

you can’t say my friends name

and I yours.

When we met again,

you took my hands.

‘Cold hands, warm heart’

and for that little blip in time

it was shared. 

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‘Two Vacant Vessels’

2019

Gouache and Watercolours On Paper

33cm x 33cm

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I craft this day to my pleasing,

small rituals harbour meaning.

I nod to the snowdrops and daffodils,

as I make my gentle way. 

Walking backwards,

down a path well know.

A familiar fresh,

that tells me to keep my head up.

Lichen wearing tree waves g’day.

And i think,

of the night we walked down the mountainside,

not once looking at the ground.