Saturday, 24 October 2015

Over to you...

I have buried myself deep inside
Never to wake up to you
All songs that broke
And mosses that grew
Over and over spill through

The typewriter still sits still in the dark
Never to return to you
Few drops that shrivel
And words that seemed true
Over and over fill through

How I wish to take away the sighs
Do I ever think to you
Yes I do
And the Larks, they too
Over and over… and always through you

Monday, 10 February 2014

Springtime memory

An artwork from school days... Bird watching has always been wonderful

Friday, 3 January 2014


this visual has so many different interpretations for me every time  I see it... but while I was drawing it, I realized that it's based on the person next door experiencing jet lag...zzz