'It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end.' Ursula K. Le Guin (2000) The Left Hand of Darkness
Not so long ago and not so far away, my father was my teacher. I learned from him in different ways; through lesson, observation and emulation. Amongst so many other things, he taught me to swim, I watched him work, and I copied his writing. His was a glinting calm presence, a wordless reassurance that … Continue reading Barefoot in the City.
'When it feels scary to jump, that is exactly when you jump. Otherwise you end up staying in the same place your whole life and that I can't do.' J.C. Chandor, Screenplay - A Most Violent Year (2014)
Tuesday evening on the University of Essex campus, at Wivenhoe House, before going in for dinner. In 1759, Thomas Reynolds was commissioned by Isaac Rebow to build this, now Grade II listed, property. Later, in 1816, Rebow's descendant, Major-General Francis Slater Rebow commissioned John Constable to paint the house and grounds. That painting became part … Continue reading Tuesday Evening
The thunderstorm the night before, when waking up is so hard to do.
Last Saturday in our mixed media art class, it was time to work with acrylic paint and oil pastels - depicting what we could see from the windows of Studio 2 of the FirstSite gallery. The site is Scheduled Ancient Monument land, and there are archaeological artefacts beneath the building. So, no digging was permitted … Continue reading Saturday Morning in Colour
On what was then the hottest day of the year, Easter Saturday, I was in Paris. And I was wondering why. There were travel advisories as a result of the heat generated by both the weather and a renewed vigour to the gilets jaunes protests. Their feelings of economic injustice had been fuelled by flash-funding … Continue reading Wall to Wall