Poetry: Affection

The clouds come loiter together again,
a sapphire blue veiled so discreet,
now drained to sustain the coming rain.

Shelter not in front,
only dusk plains ahead.
Behind, shimmering,
waves open yawning
with inescapable safety
but numb.

The horizon then;
tumbling in lachrymose,
or rumbling timidly.
Peaking or falling;

I can’t tell yet.

 

Poetry: Dots On A Timeline

A thousand revolts stuck in history
know and unknown alike.
Blood spilt to avoid our own injury,
To keep our minds childlike.

I could be a sweet sparrow
traverse the endless blue,
never have I felt the cloud’s arrows,
seen an owl or thanked a horseshoe.

Instead I’ll wander through an endless wood,
in search of past Gods, beasts and men,
feel guilt in not accepting my freedom
only to realise I’m stuck in a corporate den.

Haiku: Worms Of Doubt

Does the worm worry,

That once it is split in two

it is never whole?

 

 

Or does the worm laugh?

When it is split forever,

a friend will be grown.

 

 

Haiku: The Ocean

Despair is drowning.

But in the depth of the sea,

Worries drift away.

 

Painting: How The World Goes Round

A Canvas job I did for my parents as a Christmas present.

It’s easy to forget that we are part of the nature we destroy, it’s easy to think we are separate from the rest of the animal kingdom.

Yet when you’re standing at the sinking sunset, the sunlight completely immersing you, Read more ›

Painting: The Futility of Structure

When your life becomes so complicated, so entangled in the many stresses of our man-made existence, many people look to order. You see the smoothness of a well oiled machine, the exactness in its timing and perfect execution of function and wish you could emulate such perfection.

Many then turn to
structure, timetables, crushing organisation, living their life clockwork, every hour planned and executed to excel.

We envision our goals and successes Read more ›

Close up

A black pen etching of a captured interaction between man and beast (well lizard…).

It’s funny how, in this age, we see ourselves as so different from the nature that Read more ›

A Lion’s share

A soft pastel sketch of half a lion’s face.  The vivid colour scheme was a delight to try and re-create. The pastels compliment the Read more ›

Roar sketch

An old black and white pencil sketch from a couple of years back. I remember being very proud.

A grizzly bear’s roar can reach up to 114 decibels; as loud as jet taking off. With that in mind, a roaring bear can make for a powerful image.