Poetry on a rainwashed day

Days go by. Trying to work through paintings and there are things that have to be done, that need to be done, for visits away. Nicky Potter has been amazingly patient organizing a two week trip around England, ( Manchester, South-end-on Sea, Hackney for the Starlit Festival, Cambridge and Norfolk for the Norfolk Children's Bookshop)and I have to admit that the highlight for me will be working in the story teepee in London Zoo, because afterwards I hope to meet an animal or two, watch a tiger, and talk with some of the keepers maybe.

My painting has been elegantly ordered by the softer and  poetic hour glass and I have been wandering the net looking and learning about hour glass timers, so soon there will be an hour glass shaped posting.

A box arrived with a wonderful delivery from Iris Milward. So beautiful. She made the tile above from the simplest line sketch that I did at Art in Action in July. I love her work and cannot believe that she sells at such amazingly reasonable prices. The words woven in the hares say;

 

The night has a thousand eyes

And the day but one

Yet the light of the bright world dies

With the dying sun.

 

The mind has a thousand eyes

And the heart but one

Yet the light of the whole life dies

When love is done.

 

 

Such a beautiful thing to arrive on a rainy dark day.

 

I painted, as sand slipped through glass, all the time thinking of making painted hour glasses. And maybe a 24 hour glass.