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Tuesday, 8 November 2022

girl with cat

 

Girl with Cat, acrylic on paper

Tuesday, 25 October 2022

O my stars

 I made some water colours for my cover of Michael Hurley's O My Stars.




Wednesday, 19 October 2022

Friday, 30 September 2022

we are all animals

I was raining. I played my ebony baritone ukulele and sang this song by Kimya Dawson. Laurie added harmonies over. I made the drawings in a cold room that smelled of disinfectant. When I looked in the mirror later, I saw an eyelash on my face.






Monday, 19 September 2022

There's Someone Outside My Door

I got inspired to write this song after reading a short story about an old lady who kept hearing voices outside her flat, often to find out that there was no one there. This started to happen after the death of her husband. One day, however, there WAS someone outside her door....

There's Someone Outside My Door by Sia Joo Hiang, 2015 

There' someone outside my door 
There's someone outside my door 
Always at night, since my baby's gone. 

I can hear his heavy footfalls 
I can hear his heavy footfalls 
There's someone outside my door. 

My neighbours, they like to whisper 
My neighbours like to whisper 
They say: There's no one outside her door. 

The police boy gave me a look 
The police boy gave me a look 
It said: It must be DEMENTIA. 

My children, they all think that I am mad 
My children all think that I am mad 
They say: It's time to call the doctor! 

I may be old, but I am not mad. 
All my teeth have fallen out, but I am not mad. 
I am telling you, there's someone outside my door! 

There's someone outside my door 
There's someone outside my door 
Right now, outside my door! 

I played concert ukulele and sang, and made the illustrations using ink with brush, and pen.





Thursday, 21 July 2022

maggie and milly and molly and may


I was thinking about partings and loss today. While reading, I came across this poem by E. E Cummings. It describes what I feel about loss and partings. I put it to music and made the drawings. i used a plastic uke to make that beat. 

here is the poem: 

maggie and milly and molly and may 
went down to the beach(to play one day) 
and maggie discovered a shell that sang 
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,
and milly befriended a stranded star 
whose rays five languid fingers were; 
and molly was chased by a horrible thing 
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:
and may came home with a smooth round stone 
as small as a world and as large as alone. 
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) 
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.