LENOR, MIXED MEDIA & NOTE TO SELF

 

the

fresh
washing
smells
alternatively
of 

an idyllic storyland spring

like a forest mammals tea party

that sort of thing
& 

the breakfast room of a devon b&b 

with triangles of room temp toast

in a wire rack

wait / hang on / remembered something -

Note To Self -

wondering why 

the art term Mixed Media

seems to rub me wrong

no clear reason

must think on this further

i mean the worlds mixed media too

WEAK TEA VISION

it is an overcast
& room temperature day

a day that tried for more
& turned out like weak tea

there is a sense of something 

forgotten / lost / gone

& a feeling of something

missed / wrong / skewed 

& then there comes a moment 

when i think / feel / know 

that if i turned round now
my grandparents would be there
 
a reassuring perfection

of themselves

maybe even hand in hand

in beige & smiling