Selected works from image and text project
Exhibited at Wasps Studios, 2020
Would I be a different shape?
My eyes still green, tearing.
Would I still be as impatient, clean, short tempered, honest, dishonest?
Mid-afternoon soup (out the pot) in the grey light.
Orchestral laughing, sneezing.
Would I survive not knowing her?
leave me unnurtured.
Silk tan shoulders, freckled.
Muddy puddles and sausage fingers.
The longing to find a likeness in age.
To be close,
To be home,
To be loved,