One Lovely Blog Award.

Yaye! Kemdirim Okezie has kindly nominated my blog for the One Lovely Blog Award. I am so excited, and grateful. Thank you Kemdirim for this lovely honour!

The rules of this award are:

1. Put the award logo on your blog.
2. Give 7 facts about yourself.
3. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.
4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.
5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)

So, 7 facts about myself. Oh dear.

1. Though I have been writing poetry since 2009, or thereabouts, I did not read any until about last year I think. I was (and still am) too much in love with prose. But poetry seems to be catching up. And how!

2. Though I love the idea of a huge wild garden with primroses and hollyhocks and dahlias and wisterias and all sorts of wild and glorious flowers and ferns, I have a tremendous brown thumb. In fact, I have it on authority that plants tremble when I pass them by. ;)

3. I have never been able to decide whether I am a cat person or a dog person. Although I am not quite sure why it needs to be an either or.

4. Dessert is my favourite food and that is all there is to it. :D

5. I am a huge advocate of ‘Dolce Far Niente‘.

6. I love it when my hands get slathered in paint when I am painting.

7. Daniel Craig is my favourite Bond and this shall brook no argument. ;)

And here are the fellow nominees:

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Art-Colored Glasses


Natalia Maks

Dan Frugalberg

Gotta Find a Home

Life is an exhibition

Cheers and happy visiting!

The trespasser.

Monochromatic, except
for his top hat of
blinding red..
So gentle, so gentle today…
None of that loud thwacking,
that wild peeling of bark, looking
for the juiciest morsels
under the coarse, exposed skin..

Awareness of me
had steeled his heart,
and his beak.

Foolish heart;
He thought he was trespassing.

Wild 005

honeysuckle 008

A new identity..

I had painted this one way before I had any idea of what I was doing or what indeed, I wanted to do. Not that I do now…but….you get the idea. :)


It always appeared a bit ‘stiff’ to me. There wasn’t much movement in it. I have realized since then that I like a sort of a looseness in paintings. And layers. I am in love with layers. So I decided to change it up a bit. I do love what it has turned into.


Acrylics ~ 14″ x 18″

All this delicious colour!

parts of bird 1

parts of bird 2

parts of bird 3

Parts of bird

This is really why I love painting. All these lovely surprises!

But for thought.

Cut it cut it cut it
get to the bare bones of things;
The things in the still life of your frame,
scraping away the paint and the layers;
Ah there are the memories, towering and purple,
and there, the pulsing, queer ruggedness of your heart,
and the quivering, jagged lines of thoughts and deeds,
the things we gather in the crooks of our elbows
and the hollows of our palms.
Cut it cut it cut it
cut it down to the sinews, the bare bones,
through the meat of thought and need; cut
to what is essential, and pure.
You are alive and that is all there is to it.



The blue rolled
from my happy, water
logged feet that gripped the sand
with such feverish excitement
as though they couldn’t reach deep enough
inside that cool wet crumbliness,
as though the sea would carry it all away
never to bring it back
and my arms, my arms, flailing
in the wind, like ribbons of summer
drew the sailboats in.


Photographs 2 006

12″ x 12″ ~ Acrylics on Canvas.

I caught him by his nose.

There was all this paint on the canvas and then there was this nose. Unmistakable. Pointy and chiseled. He literally poked his nose onto my canvas. :)

From there, the round curve of his head, the deep, kohled eye and the raggedy ear.

This is the part I enjoy the most. When they become assertive and begin to take shape. It’s nothing short of magic!

The imprints of souls on canvas.

Two things…

The first thing: I think Juliette Binoche is a very beautiful woman. She glows with an inner force. She not only glows but she has this vivid rootedness in her stance, and in her eyes. It pours over her shoulders and the long curve of her neck and in the way she carries herself. She looks alive, intensely present in every moment. Her acting, like that of Judi Dench and Kate Winslet, is very textural. Gritty. To me at least. And the laugh! Complex. Rich. I recently came across it being described as a dirty laugh. And I thought, how apt!

Which brings me to the second thing: I have had visions of these flowers in my mind for sometime now which I simply HAD to put down on canvas.


And on looking at the finished painting, my first thought, this is what a full throated, dirty laugh would look like to me. Layered. Muddy. Splattered. Like flowers in a storm.


Flowers, red and yellow, sat on the window sill in a blue vase. Only a handful of them left from a bunch, a token of appreciation, of gratitude. A sunburst of colour on a cloudy day. Sometimes, the simplest of things can have the power to uplift one’s soul.

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16″ x 20″ ~ Acrylics on Canvas