Monthly Archives: September 2013

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbHHolga taken on a previous trip to Newcastle . I dashed into the Side Gallery and saw a super exhibition of early documentary photography from the 1890s. They had blown up the glass plates quite large so I spent some time checking out the clothing of the women depicted. I’m sure I spotted a crocheted shawl..

P1050757Leith graffiti.

I feel I’ve been on a mission to kill all the rubbish in my mind, the evasions, self lies. Its been hard and painful and is still hard and painful but off for a weekend of travel. Travel is always balm for the soul.

P1050677or not!

To be honest the winter-is-coming-time-to-hibernate-vibe is taking me over. I’m checking out blankets knitted in sock yarn on Ravelry the kind of thing that will take a year to knit while I sit beside my metaphorical peat fire…

In the meanwhile a reminder if you want some autumnal cheer I’m sending an analogue postcard to anyone who signs up to my newsletter list. I have some postie plans for later in the year and you’ll get first shout on that if  you sign up.


000001Did you say it’s made of waves?
Yes, that’s it.
I wonder what the waves are made of.
Oh, waves are made of waves.
Waves are what they are,
Rhythmical movement which is the inherent essence of all things.

– Margaret Tait, “Light,” from The Hen and the Bees


000007“Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it’s true of everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace.”
― James Baldwin