Reflected, I imagine myself.
Caught between then and now,
near and far.
Lost, not found.
Dimension four,
Time to turn round,
clear my mind,
start again.
Decide to be.
Free.
New paintings and regular art updates.
Reflected, I imagine myself.
Caught between then and now,
near and far.
Lost, not found.
Dimension four,
Time to turn round,
clear my mind,
start again.
Decide to be.
Free.
Edges.
See that line around your soul?
It holds you in
holds your heart
city of pottery,
towns of clay,
each kiln and bottle oven,
part of your blood supply.
Heart of Clay.
My Stoke.
Edged with gold,
signed underneath your body
giving the city soul.