The slightest breeze whisks a host of Rosebay-willow-herb progeny to float off high above our heads
Schools are back, and we have had our first Fine Art Society lecture following the summer break - Edvard Munch: Mother, Mistresses and Models. The talk was by a brilliant speaker who has inspired me to learn more about him and his life. I have never really understood Munch's paintings which predominately seem to be about his preoccupation with the emotions of isolation, melancholy, and despair.
National Gallery, Oslo, Norway
Munch's painting of 'The Scream' is a disturbing image, apparently his intention was to show an anxiety ridden vision of the soul. It is the second most universally recognised painting in the world - no prizes for guessing which is number one!
Making the most of these warm balmy September days
Savouring evening walks before the sun slips below the horizon - a little quicker each night
Like the turning hands on a clock the seasons roll on
The hedgerows and bushes are overflowing with seeds and fruits
There is still colour in the garden
folklore predicts and heralds a harsh winter
following a bountiful season of berries
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I am heading off in a few days to the land of my childhood
My ballet teacher gave my poor mother the task of dying white towelling brown and then the job of making me this fox outfit. I recall my father spending time pulling bristles out of our yard brush for the whiskers, but sadly neither the whiskers nor my mother's embroidered black snout and green eyes are visible on this old photo.
