Current Residence: london Favourite genre of music: non specific Favourite photographer: Aqueous-sun Operating System: xp Wallpaper of choice: Flock Skin of choice: The skin i'm in Favourite cartoon character: Tweety pie Personal Quote: Life is for the living
Favourite Visual Artist
Dali, Burne-Jones, Freda Kahlo
Blade Runner, Fifth Element, Dr. Zhivago, Dark City (1988)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
David Bowie, Stranglers, Kate Bush, Nina Simone
Wilfred Owen, Robert Heinlein
Tools of the Trade
Bell, Book and Candle
reading, singing, blogging, other unmentionable stuff
OK - Well in some parts of the world it still is World Book Day.
As part of this day's celebrations I have worked with the wonderful Steve aqueous-sun (https://www.deviantart.com/aqueous-sun) to produce a set of 26 posters covering all the letters of the alphabet. Each poster represents either a title of a book or an author and my aim in producing these posters is to encourage students and staff to take out books they wouldn't normally choose.
This is the second year I have worked with aqueous-sun (https://www.deviantart.com/aqueous-sun) and I hope you agree that he has made a first class job of these. I can't work out how to edit this new journal thingy so please have a look at Steve's blog as he hasn't put t
I haven't been around or had much of an input here for such a long time, that I am having trouble remembering how everything works.
I was bought a new camera in Christmas of 2009 a lovely Nikon and have not yet downloaded one photograph! I really don't know why I have had such a block in the creative area, but I am really trying to get back my mojo. My friend Steve aqueous-sun (https://www.deviantart.com/aqueous-sun) has been trying to encourage me and we are currently working on a project at the school where we both work, this should hopefully be completed by March 4th in time for World Book Day 2011.
Since I don't have any new work to put up I thought you might like to have
As Imperceptibly as grief By Emily Dickinson
As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away, --
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.
A quietness distilled,
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone, --
A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
As guest who would be gone.
And thus, without a wing,
Or service of a keel,
Our summer made her light escape
Into the beautiful.
I can't believe how long it is since I last made any contribution to this virtual arena (such as they are - the contributions I mean!!) Summer is