Archive for the 'From Art' Category


Monday, March 29th, 2021

The images of the city where obscured Distorted, kind of hidden But the pieces where there The arches and cafes Gun turrets and cigerette smoke All the Romes that had ever been Over lain and synched A slight misalignment Gave delicious snapshots On occassions the warm twilight shifted Showing the city as it could be […]

The Homeless Moon

Sunday, March 21st, 2021

Writing from Art The Wilson Gallery Cheltenham March 2017 The street loomed in the silver light Or rather it lurched as it luminesced Moon beams reflected a muted rainbow Just at the edge of perception A reflexion of it’s own subtle glory Hung distorted in the river’s ripples A lonely figure wrapped in trench coat […]

The Woodyard

Thursday, March 11th, 2021

Writing from Art – a visit to the Wilson March 2017 Red tiles, over red brick Some more orange, others dirty brown The roof top sagging Under weight of baked clay Keeping assorted timber dry It warped and yearned Until men built of muscle came Sweat slicked Even in cold grey months They move and […]

The Order of Things

Saturday, March 6th, 2021

Written in response to the exhibition in The Wilson Gallery, Cheltenham March 2017. Jagged drinks for the eye Landscapes of texture Dripping, sagging, oozing Peaking up frozen Wavelets Diminished into regularity Repeat, retrieve, remake Copies not exact Learning a scatter Of new from old Forms reborn Syntax looms in loops Half formed Floating on and […]

The Tower

Saturday, January 9th, 2021

There was a tower within the tower fractal within Models without Nested ideas Realities bloom Stars seen Astronomy folly Lonely on the hill Waiting Pregnant with itself Do you Paint, drawn, write Explore? There was a tower within a tower Modelled in the tower and so on and on Outside a sheep bleats And the […]

Tower Cross

Saturday, August 29th, 2020

Inspired by a paining at the Wilson Gallery March 2017 The bridge was fragmented arches Three of them, crossing the river With grey stone feet Growing slimy from the water The spill and stuck around them Remnants of a tower still rose On one side, but not it’s twin Nothing but decay Little windows stared […]