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‘Tasting Colours’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

29cm x 39cm

Sold

 

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

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

35cm x 46cm

For Sale – Contact Caffi Lolfa

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‘Homeward Healin’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

41cm x 41cm

For Sale – Contact Caffi Lolfa

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‘Homage To An Iota’

2018

Gouache and Watercolours On paper

32cm x 39cm

For Sale – Contact Caffi Lolfa

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When you’re catatonic baby, 

what smells should I bring you.

Smells to hold under your nose,

as your eyes dance elsewhere.

Make your bubbly brain buoyant,

to remind you of these days,

we feast on laughter. 

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‘A Good Omen’

2019

Gouache and Watercolours On Paper

29cm x 35cm

For Sale – Contact Caffi Lolfa

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Two girls we’re beheaded in Morocco last week,

mother says.

Doubtful fear clouds hopes and dreams.

To reside in this safe place, we never leave.

 

From one warm home to another,

both imaginative, but this one is hungry.

Soft words of reassurance, light up eyes.

We are those who chase life.

 

Walking with myself in the dusk,

I happen across the remains of a bird.

Only it’s head it to be found.

Once wore a Magpies coat.

 

One for sorrow, so they say.

But to find a head, no body,

must be better than a body with no head.

Here I have gained the head of a bird.

 

With this good omen I head home,

only to find the first of the spring daises. 

Certainly after all,

a good omen.

 

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‘The Breath Of Dawn’

2018

Gouache and Watercolours On Paper

44cm x 52cm

For Sale – Contact Caffi Lolfa

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Wake winking at the moon.

First breath of dawn warming the horizon.

Coaxed into this shared reality by your kind words.

And we lie here for a little while,

under the moons gravity.

Basking in that morning hope,

of infinite possibilities.

Silver light smiles at me as I follow the days rhythms. 

consciousness swims down the gentle stream,

of sunrise.