“Oh, she taught me to love her and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
She left me no warning no words of farewell
Yes, she taught me to love her and call me her flower
That was blooming to cheer her through life’s dreary hour
Oh, I long to see her and regret the dark hour
She’s gone and neglected her pale wildwood flower” *
“Subconscious Musing, 28 December 2014”, mixed media on paper, 59x84cm.
*as sung by The Carter Family.
“They serve revolving saucer eyes,
dishes of stars; they wait upon
huge lenses hung aloft to frame
the slow procession of the skies.
They calculate, adjust, record,
watch transits, measure distances.
They carry pocket telescopes
to spy through when they walk abroad.
Spectra possess their eyes; they face
upwards, alert for meteorites,
cherishing little glassy worlds;
receptacles for outer space.” *
“Stars in their Eyes”
Derived from Subconscious Musing, 19 December 2014, acrylics on paper, 42x59cm.
A very Merry Christmas to each and every one who has visited my inconstant blog, who is now “following”, and who has been kind enough to indicate a liking for some of my work. Thanks!
* Extract from “The Ex-Queen Among The Astronomers” by Fleur Adcock, 1979.
I was going to post a more lighthearted piece today in the run up to Christmas but events yesterday in the centre of Glasgow when a bin lorry ran out of control killing six people and injuring another ten in the most random way has put a dreadful damper on what should be a happy time.
My heartfelt condolences to each family that has lost a loved one. Know that Glasgow stands with you.
Clearing some leaves and broken branches this morning from the back border I felt I was being observed from the “wild” corner, but every time I cast a glance over, there was nothing to see but straggly thistles and nettles. Until I sneaked a peak through my own legs and there he was: