Here are my tool drawings photographed with the original tool on show at the Zuzushi Gallery, as part of Photo Hastings this month. A show of work done during lockdown. I continue to draw my tools. They still fascinate. My […]
These are the very last tomatoes of the season and even these are ripening with the aid of a banana on the kitchen table. I try to draw them, an uneasy subject. The tomato is a fruit, part of the […]
A bowl of thirty three quinces, all from my tree planted on the allotment 2 years ago. Beautiful perfumed fruit. Was Eve’s apple actually a quince? The Ancient Greeks called it the fruit of fertility. In the poem, The Owl […]
I’m interested in mushrooms, fungi – I saw the mushroom exhibition at Somerset House before lockdown, fascinating. They are neither plant nor animal. Their communication networks are huge. The question was posed – could we join in with their wood […]
Not a silver nutmeg but a golden pear. The best from my tree this season, a beauty. Beauty in natural things. Looking closely, carefully – with care, in all its senses. You see more, you see detail, you see flaws. […]
Potatoes, earth’s gold. The thrill of forking the soil, and finding these golden vegetables. My favourite vegetable. Numerous ways to cook. Salt of the earth. A basic in my book. All shapes, all sizes. Light up the room with a […]
And now whitecurrants. Redcurrants, blackcurrants and whitecurrants. These are see-through, you can see the seed, like a skeleton. The bones. The white bones of a thing. The seed, the essence, all that is needed to become. Plus soil, sun and […]
I recommend a doze to reflect. I was mulling over this Harvest blog, my new bronze trowel, drawing my allotment tools and I began to think of Jim Dine and his drawings and lithographs of tools, Walker Evans and his […]
Berries: gooseberries, blackcurrants, redcurrants ripe for picking. I reap what I have sown. I have cultivated my plot. Metaphors for life. Produce good to eat, to conserve, to save for winter, less productive times. There has been a gap in […]
Small brown brush makes me think of small brown bird. How we start to value the small and the brown and the bird. On the allotment there are more birds. I see them more. A wren scuttled under the shed. […]
Here is my rose, rosa mundi, rose of the world. It’s a gallica rose, a French rose, a crimson striped with white rose, a shrub rose, an old rose, a bushy rose. A showy rose, a fragrant rose, a semi-double […]
This was half my total harvest of radish. There were two left alone by the slugs. Even this one has a bite out of it. Radishes may have originated in South East Asia. Greek and Roman agriculturalists of the first […]