Leaning into the wind

I scowled impatiently as Andy Goldsworthy slowly, painfully moved through the brittle tree tops. His determination was impressive, his connection to nature intriguing and the crackling of bark satisfying — but I still hadn’t clicked. Where was the art in this pondering exploration of woodland compositions? It might seem like an odd film choice for … More Leaning into the wind

Fishing, for what?

The warm grip of the Spanish heat loosens with each whistle of the wind, releasing me from its luxurious caress momentarily – bringing me back to my surroundings as though a valium induced haze had lifted. I push back onto my arms, let my hair tickle my back and kick out my legs. The fishermen … More Fishing, for what?

Meditation

The wind tickles my face. The waves seem to wash right through me, before colliding with the harbour rocks below. Thoughts swirl in circular motion, peppered with the pulse of my mantra which drives the moment deeper. My dangling feet are numb, only the pressure from the weight of my legs over the smooth edge … More Meditation

Afro Beat

Watch him bounce alone on his dreary isle – nothing but the crescendo of flowing traffic for rhythm, defining his space. Those cocker spaniel eyes and that gleeful smile – his old lips stretched like a thin elastic band, hooked upon his overgrown ears. Childish knee bends and manic head wiggles, clasping his wheelie street-cleaner-bin … More Afro Beat

To Do:

  Start without stopping drag the pen over the page don’t rest until the mark is made – make your mark – scratch, scrawl, scribble so that itch is no more. Let the rhythm sink in – don’t dare look around – open the vibrations, dig your feet in the ground and let those shoulders … More To Do:

Our Grandad

Grandad was an ordinary man, with a touch of the extraordinary. You only needed to look beyond his trademark beard, into those sparkling blue eyes to experience his magic. The hardest thing about writing this was the word limit, a testament to a full life – a free spirit, led by the heart and contented … More Our Grandad

Reversible

The sun filters through the rainbow umbrella – sifting the stifling heat with a full spectrum of colour. The flat-water laps lazily at our boat as we wait. The air is still. Eyes are fixed on the horizon. Beyond the corridor of bleached reeds and mangroves are dry looking trees. Far away, just beyond our … More Reversible

Formation

It is the fire behind the screen that defines my form – like a shadow puppet gliding through the motions of a familiar play. My role changes as life’s stages shift – fallout, integrate, recreate – that’s when the puppet transcends its linear cut out. Briefly, swirling like mist from a dawn lit lake – … More Formation