Urban Verse

This is nearly as quiet as the
city gets ... in daylight.
The slight haze of summer
mornings floating into autumn's
ochre arms.
Punctured and fractured by the
optimistic white light of the sun.
My still shower-warm thighs
shocked in bar like formation
by bitter Victorian era green.
I sit faced by a comfy
red brick station house
now splattered in the paraphernalia
and mechanics
of a modern day system.

Beautiful Accident

Textures of today ... and yesterday

Gifted

Viewing of the Week

I saw Le Herisson (the Hedgehog) last night and it was delightful; I highly recommend it.

Absurd and laced in childish whimsy, a perfect combination for me.

Oh to brighten up the winter

Amazing knitwear from Annie Larson, a Minneapolis based textile designer / producer. She and her work are attitude + +.
Oh, how I would love some of those leggings; I am tempted to get my knitting machine out!

What I missed

How many times throughout my life that I have kicked myself for not getting to see an exhibition? Honestly, I have lost count. I recently glanced up at the little poster advert on my wall for the Rupert Bunny exhibition at NGV and thought to myself: "I should do that soon." Then I peered closer, it seems the aforementioned exhibition finished on the 4th July; I've done it again!

And I was so looking forward to strolling among his languidly reclining pastel beauties, reading the odd stanza from D.H.Lawrence and taking myself to tea afterwards.

The ticking crocodile has swallowed Mr Bunny.

images via melbourne places, national gallery of australia

I've been painting

Just little bits, but it's better than nothing. I really like this white ink on brown paper. Ah, brown paper; you were perhaps my first love.