Travels around a headland - gardens, arty thoughts and pictures.
Dear reader, While the gardening world pours over Chelsea, I pour over art, gardens, hills, vales and sea. 12/05/18 On the Lleyn near Rhiw This Art Nouvaux room with its fireplace in a cottage made for two. I am nearly dead like Gilbert and George. Taught once by a Royal Academician With a balding head He told me that I could draw better than him By way of encouragement But not my path then. Now my path brings me to this small den A break away from the valley And the rigour of waiting As a painting of mine travels to Crickhowell. Each time an artist or poet writes or draws a line They hope it will carry them to a place of love acceptance and even praise Much like the two men hung with medals for being one voice of rebellion It's all fake really - our rebellion We all need rest and sweet dreams. 13/05/18 Peninsular Tales There are those that would always overshadow But they are shadows of my own making I had no sweet dreams Just murderous...