For the love of smokey blue hues… and silvery greys… and age worn wood… and peeling paint. Oh the visual delight and endless possibilities of a battered old doorway on a cold grey January day on a dockside in Dublin. l
Monthly Archives: January 2011
And that was what she often felt the need of – to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself. When life sank down for a moment, the range of…