It’s the ninth layer of paint Shadows, highlights, washes and glazes It remains a work in progress The frustration is becoming deep set as the image on the canvas does not equate to the visual within my mind. With each wash, the colour retreats and the process of development commences once again. Compatible to one’sContinue reading “Feeling frustrated”
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The YouTube wormhole
The wormhole, once entered, I begin to swim along the tide. Inspirational, influential,do I know these individuals? Becoming absorbed within the parallel universe. A vacuum suddenly plummets me into the bars of my room, The bars I created, society created,life created Am I living the dream, the ‘norm’, the idyll that these others, the influencers,Continue reading “The YouTube wormhole”
What a day for
Kicking my backside into gear Is the day that was now yesterday ( try saying that quickly). I awoke later than planned therefore,tick list automatic fail. Product sales certainly not following the trajectory I had envisioned……. Biscuits absentmindedly entering my oral cavity…….two pounds weight increase – another day unable to comfortably seeing my feet. ParcelsContinue reading “What a day for”
Anybody out there?
It has passed midnight and I am optimistic that I will actually sleep tonight. Last night was a complete no show! My frequent excursions to the bathroom, because some bright spark decided to slurp tea until late evening, put pay to restful slumber. As I actually stated that fact … a Eureka moment washed overContinue reading “Anybody out there?”
I have reached the age of … Sorry application denied
As I scrutinize every detail of my recently updated CV, I cannot help but wonder if my age has finally labelled me…. Ancient! It could be surmised that I have been exceedingly lucky to have never experienced job application rejection, until now. There is something quite raw about it. It cuts quite deep! It hasContinue reading “I have reached the age of … Sorry application denied”
The bewitching hour- a ramble
It has arrived The soothing droplets of rain tap rhythmically upon my window In the distance, the hoot of the owl creates an off beat,distorting the musical rift. And here I lay, trying to achieve my zen, attempting miserably to sleep. The musings of my brain have better ideas. A brief interlude whilst my bladderContinue reading “The bewitching hour- a ramble”
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