Combe
I thought I saw you coming up the hill todaybut I did not hear you.It was the iron gate making music with the wind:a full triad of notes and pheasants,pheasants screeching and trying to fly,strumming the tops of corn,percussive beats…
Victoria Jinivizian
Cello Pilgrimage
for Orlando Jopling. Dead-end skies clouded the Resurrection laying in leaded lights. Inside, candle lights: the cellist raised his bow and scored the lines. Cut through complacency, plucked Barber’s vision through Spanish streets and Cornish seas. Sound lapped stone, sucked…
EQ Nicholson and John Craxton
John Craxton cites EQ Nicholson as a primary influence on him becoming an artist. Indeed Ian Collins’ fine monograph on Craxton quotes him calling E.Q an “instinctive transformer”. Elsie Queen, known as ‘EQ’, was a designer and painter (briefly studying at…
A House and its Rooms
There is a house I walk passed sometimes which I know very well. I should not know it but I do. I pass it because it is the better route, or at other times when I do not need to…