Sinks, hair dye, domesticity

Domesticity limits. I recently realised I had took a lot of photographs of sinks. I often deleted them. I took pictures of bowls of hair bleach, scissors, sponges. I wanted to draw the kitchen table – but with the exception of Bratby, Soutine and some of the morning-paper-French Leger table gits – domestic scenes could […]

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Accidental idiom – a poem

Joan Didion Joan Didion.  An accidental idiom. Before the summer is through I am going to borrow the neighbour’s drill I need to put some paintings on the wall. But would Joan Didion? I’d rather smoke With a circle of friends. Too bored to drill a hole. I could drill a hole Looking bored Smoking […]

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