December 24
My feet are cold as I write this, I could get up and find some socks, some slippers or a little blanked but with these cold dark days comes an apathy, a tiredness that drains away the movement. Soon we will be picking ourselves up for the festivities, for the excitement of the winter festival but surely it is plain to see that winter is a time for quiet, a time for withdrawl, a time for contemplation. Winter is a time for small tasks, a time for preparing for the new and a time for contemplating the old. I wonder if this christmas I will be the person I want to be.
The Lamb and the Wolf
A WOLF pursued a Lamb, which fled for refuge...
On mischief and insult
LAMB looked down on WOLF
with a giggle...
A place to be content
The naked woman with the LAMB mask wanders...
Cost of Closing
Collaging together images from the news,...
Shouting the loudest
Then I remembered I had just written a note...
The Hare and the Tortoise
A HARE one day ridiculed the short feet and...
Earlier
The slight man stood on the corner for a...
Beyond this point
The slight man with the slight limp walked...
Must reassure consumers
Images from the news collaged together,...
Not planning a murder
Images rom the news collaged together, or......
With success comes a new threat
A nude male figure with a beach, or... when...
Never to be seen
So what about this: making films never to be...
Heartfelt thanks
