Wednesday, August 19, 2015

at least three of us are here

Who is this sitting on a bench in Potternewton Park in Leeds some years ago? I can hardly see who it is - there is no detail. Does that make him not exist? He never knew that I looked at him and drew him. What was he thinking about? What was his life like? Is the space he is sitting in more important than the man?

This is Ron, a man I knew all my life. He lived alone. He was kind. Can you see him in the drawing? Will the consequences of his many kindnesses roll out into time like little waves enriching wherever they land, passed on further by the people to whom they were given? Or is Ron finished, his acts finished with his life?

What of me is in these drawings? What of you is in the seeing? How do we all combine?

Friday, April 18, 2014

Ring the bells

'Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
It's how the light gets in..'
Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


Fiddler of Dooney by W. B. Yeats

WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin:         5
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,  10
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;
For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle  15
And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like a wave of the sea.

Rest in peace, Ken and Roma Smith

Long time since I posted.
Today is the day of Roma's funeral - clear blue sky, sunshine, birdsong.
Roma was our next door neighbour. She was 89, had had a good life, it seems. I only got to know her fairly recently since she was in hospital and was startled by her dry wit, sense of humour and concern for others, intact, despite months of increasing pain in her legs.
Ken, Roma's husband, died a few weeks before she did. Here's Ken in the garden last year:
Ken Smith, Harold Rd, Hastings

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

New Orchestra

We're forming a new orchestra - The Hastings Sinfonia inspired by Polo Piatti. We're still looking for musicians so if you are a musician living in Hastings, UK or anywhere nearby, have a look at the website and get in touch with us.

Hastings Sea

Thursday, June 07, 2012


'....language is the enemy of imagination......'
 Pascal Mercier in Perlmann's Silence

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Friday, May 18, 2012