Snowdrops, and alder twigs in a Japanese tea cup. The finished drawing I began on Ash Wednesday, a day that for various reasons always has me meditating on death and renewal. It seemed more than appropriate – significant to work in pure charcoal; that simplest of materials derived from very slowly burning the small, otherwise... Read more »
After Frost It’s hard to tell what bird it isSinging in the misty wood,Or the reason for its songSo late after evening’s come. When all else has dropped its nameDown into the scented darkIts song grown cool and clear saysNothing much to anyone. Yet it catches hold a whisper in my brainThat only now is... Read more »