Borderline

I’m having a run of random poetry, just found this one while searching for a blank page in a sketchbook. It’s a bit teenage-angst-ish, but that is about my level of poetry skill!   Borderline   I am the stones…

The Bridge of Skulls

The Bridge of Skulls is a regular motif in my dreams. It’s just a little bridge, not too fancy. Made of skulls, some femurs too. Perfectly normal bridge construction material in dream land. Anyways, I had a dream a while…

Wandering Jew Frame

My sister gave me a cutting of her lovely Wandering Jew a while back and it’s really flourished in my kitchen, despite being repeatedly knocked over by Jasmine, under and over-watered by me and generally tortured. It had been growing…

Jewellery and Pain

  Things have been going pretty well for me recently. I had a really low patch over Christmas but have been recovering of late. I’d been volunteering, going out, swimming, all sorts. I even tried an aerobics class! And then…

Burning Things

Burning stuff – it’s big and clever. I’ve done a bit of pyrography before, burning wood for decorative purposes, but usually to deepen the colour in a carved design or some such. I think I’ve done pyrography on leather at…

More stones…

Because, clearly, I haven’t done enough of these! I have been playing with some new techniques and different designs, loving sitting in the sun with a pile of stones and some Radio 6. (apologies for shoddy phone photos, camera battery…