Gap

this gap in time

a space. between

soft greys and

coming greens

a time to

change. pace

and watch a snail

trail on a square

window pane

a blur of dulled

consciousness

from pain meds

mirroring

condensation

on mid winter

dawn’s triple

glazed thrall

Old stick backs

These old chairs handed down

‘Old stick backs’

Monday morning, nearly Christmas
Sitting reading and drinking a first coffee by the stove
Just retrieved the hyacinths ‘forcing’, from the cupboard, in the yellow bowl
They always hold so much promise
At this, their etiolated stage
Like us, searching for the light
All the blue and yellow
Like a painting, perhaps I haven’t painted yet

💙💛

(Little painting above the door by Heidi Nguyen)

Tree

Undressed tree

I am quite tempted to leave this year’s tree in its ‘naked’ state, a symbol of Winter’s rest and retreat rather than an allusion to all that glitter and gluttony of our often over-done festival time

But I expect in a few hours I will relent and look for the tangle of wires and bulbs and the dusty box of baubles in the store room

A more indulgent bigger glittery one our first Christmas in this house – probably 10 years ago!

taping trees of hafod

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First time back in the studio after returning from Wales
Started 2 canvases each one metre square
Tape and paint and more tape and more paint
Will add dark tree silhouettes after Christmas
Wishing everyone a happy peaceful holiday