I have always loved this painting, disturbing as it is. Yet I threw it away shortly after it was made. Perhaps I didn’t want to manifest further chaos. Perhaps I was perturbed by how my calm hands had so accurately portrayed my secret inner life. It’s what I said, always; ‘I’m fine.’ I am now. …
What is The Cutout Series?
What is The Cutout Series?
It’s a dance, you know The people, the boxes, the scrrritchy sound of tape Sweat, coke, coffee and biscuits No swear words, they are very polite Soft padding on the stairs, no shoes Bubble wrap squeaking, Darth Vader wrapped in plastic from head to below his knees, finally captured Some heavy sighs, understandable, those wardrobes …
The mourners filed past like a slow, solemn snake. Caps doffed and knees buckling they resembled beggars more than the recently bereaved by proxy. Begging you to accept their sympathy and hoping you would throw them a scrap or two of admiration for their perfectly honed puppy dog eyes and sincere condolences. Mrs Winter had …
At the entrance to the property stands a tree. A cherry tree. Despite the wind and the rain and the snow engulfing us the first day we put the key in the door, it stood there blossoming as if none of it mattered, glowing in a total disregard for adversity, blanketing the cold ground in …