www.jesusonthetube.co.uk for the best known of my images, Jesus being ignored on a Tube Train
www.agracefuldeath.blogspot.com for the A Graceful Death exhibition, paintings from the end of life
My thoughts, I told Clarissa, are not really Dragonflies. I used Dragonflies because it sounds poetic. Actually, I told Clarissa, what I really want to say is that my thoughts (bless them) are like Daddy Long Legs all skittering about, light and buzzing, with their legs all in knots and bouncing off trees. Put that in, said Clarissa, Tell the truth. So here goes.
- Yesterday sitting in my studio, I heard a scratching and rustling from behind my chair. Yikes I thought it is one of those spiders from abroad, that eats birds. But when I turned to take a look, it was a small brown bird, hopping about in confusion by the door, looking desperately fragile and panicky. I opened the doors for it to find its way out. I was aware that it's life was at once very robust to live out in the open in trees, sky etc, but also so terribly fine as it could have died of fright, had I approached it. Hmmm. A flitting Daddy Long Legs of Awareness skimmed my pool. (Honest.)
- I came back from Dublin having been with two of my oldest friends. Yesterday, another friend from those times called, quite by chance, for an hour and a half. I have not seen this friend for over 20 years, yet we were inseperable at Aberdeen when at university there. She is a fey, winsome, reclusive person, full to the brim of thoughts and creativity and yet never wanting nor able to live in the same day to day world as we all do. I drew and painted her endlessly, she was my muse. The only person to ever have been a muse in my life; and here she was, on the phone. I am longing to draw her again, if I can entice her to leave her flat and come here for a day. Later, my old pal Michael called. If he is happy to chat, he can be fascinating and curiously old fashioned. Last night he talked of nature and geology and C S Lewis. After these two calls, I thought - how wonderful is the influence of People. I felt a largeness in my life, as if knowing such friends made me bigger somehow. No, not fatter. My friends do not make me Porky.
- In my garden, I have some magenta peonies. Blimey, I thought recently, they are so wonderful that I will think very carefully to recreate the influence that they have on me, in the studio. Stagger stagger flit flit go the spindly thought insects across the pond etc.
- And finally, for today, the final Dragonfly cum Daddy Long Legs that dances like a sunbeam on my clean and clear pond of a mind under the willow trees and Disney wood sprites: I am not busting a bloodvessel to get my painting done, whereas before the Fund Raising Weekend (Fairies, Angels, Earrings and Cakes) I was. There is time in my day. I am getting things done, with time to spare. So what is this? Is all work a state of mind? Is all progress a state of mind? The same things are being achieved this week as before the Fund Raising Weekend, except I am freer and more calm. Oh this is a big thought. It will have to be characterised by a large jumpy frog. Skittish insects don't have the gravitas.