Loving it:


Carpet / Fashion


Red / Blow


Shiny / Piles

Continually amazed by the beauty on the farm. A couple of images:

in one of the cowsheds this morning, about 8:30, the steam rising, white against the thick brown, dark wet shit-carpet: from fresh manure, fermenting silage, the cows' breath and our own

silage bales, wrapped up like blown-up sweets, the evening light playing colourful havoc on the surface of the black plastic: soft purple-grey stain of dried mud at the base; stretches of glistening, fecund aubergine purple skin; light blue streaks; at the centre a golden spot, a pool of yellow, caught light; and the glitter of expensive orange

I get carried away

The evenings are infinitely longer than they were a week ago; no doubt one of the reasons for my excitement. I was outside drawing well after 7 pm. But, oh, how brilliant! I haven't enjoyed drawing so much since my first year at the Ruskin, the art school I went to. Strange, really. I grew up drawing (holidays, school, boredom) and then going to art school sort of killed it for me. I slowed down in my second year and gave up almost entirely in my third. It became too hard. But here, one evening, I found myself sitting on a pile of bales, alone and happy, and felt able. Nervous, but I was alone and it didn't matter. To no-one except myself. I began, and enjoyed it. I'm so happy.