Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Sunday, June 26, 2016
portrait of mrs clay . When I was studying in Manchester I started the portrait of mrs Clay in my lodgings . Mrs Clay was a seventy year old cleaning lady her face was extremely lined from years of hard work and cares .My friends and fellow students were afraid that I would hurt her feelings by too much realism . Well I considered the problem and decided that if I worked in planes ( almost cubisticaly ) the portrait would still look like mrs Clay and it did !
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Monday, June 20, 2016
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Shining through The sun is God my dear
Although its all illussion
The grey the grey the grey
The way of thoughts confusion
A path that leads us nowhere
Or deep in the forest
Where we lost our way
And where are you today
My dear in the rain in the rain
When love is blossoming again
And its light
Is brightly permeating all
Through the grey through the rain
Through the deepest darkest night
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
The lady with the little white dog
The lady with
A little white dog
Perambulated my house
With the regularity of a planet -
Sometimes in her transit
She would stop
And pass the time of day -
Now she is gone -
The smile and the coloured dress
I miss her sunny orbit
That will now gladden other streets
As she walks her little white dog .
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