Curious encounters in the garden Dragonfly Felt tip pens and brush. Carole Day I often sit in the garden just listening to the birds and watching the butterflies, bees and various insects flying around. One late afternoon, in the long shadows, […]
Birthmark Rose and Heart by Carole Day. Felt tip pens and brushes. When I was born I had a bright red birthmark on my upper left arm. I don’t really remember it much, but my mother said that other […]
Trainers. Pencil. Carole Day Geranium on the Windscreen. Felt tip and brush. Carole Day Strange Objects Every so often in my life I have come across strange objects in unexpected places that cannot easily be explained. I find these encounters […]
Mending the Coverlet. Coverlet Detail. by Phyllis Griffiths (my grandmother) and Carole Day. Textile and felt. Mending the Coverlet Some things cannot be mended. Some can. When my sister’s husband, Nick, died following a motorcycle accident, a kind of chaotic […]
Shivery Dog Shivery Dog in the Garden by Carole Day. Sepia ink pen. When my brother Michael died, and we moved to Esher Road, I guess I must have been lonely. Although I don’t remember being with Michael, my mother […]
Mind Burst by Carole Day. Felt tip pens and brushes. Meditation When I was working in Acton on the Mobile Libraries, one of my colleagues, Judith, introduced me to meditation. Judith didn’t practice meditation herself, she attended the sister School […]
Orange Juice and Cod Liver Oil. Felt tip pens. Orange Juice and Cod Liver Oil Being a child in the 1950s would probably seem very strange to those living today in the 21st century. However, there were some rather homely […]
Chestnut Leaves by Carole Day. Ink and brush on paper. 75 Cambridge Road no longer exists, except in my memory. My Grandpa sold it in the 1960s; the lady next door also sold her house and now there is a […]
Snowflake by Carole Day. Ink and brush on paper. A Path through Time Preface I began writing these episodes when Edwin, my husband, was seriously ill in hospital with little prospect of improvement. He was in danger for a long time, […]
An illustrated series of anecdotes chronicling episodes in my life.
That night I lived the rest of my life back in the old house. My dreams were so vivid that even the scents that filled my mind were real. Mandy and Sam were at the kitchen table, TC on […]
For such a horrible day, I expected the weather to have mirrored it more appropriately. Maybe rain that fell at such force it stabbed your coat and stung your skin or wind that brought down trees and brock fences. […]
Recursive blog post 02 This will be the first time I have used this blog in the way it’s meant to be used, as a log of a project, or in this case an exhibition. I am showing in […]
