Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Kathys Room, 3 developments

Dream Poem 7
On the embankment
On a path
I stood looking down at the beach and the sea, it was high tide.
As I watched, bands of scattered showers came in from the horizon line.
Just a couple of lines of rain,
They let their water go and played out quickly
Like music
Like someone practicing scales
The last one let its water go right by my foot
But I was not wetted.

through October months 

Here are some pages from my drawing a day sketchbook, its also my diary and dream diary, 
some of these are images from dreams, or perhaps waking dreams.