I am starting a series of portraits, of hands. The way our hands tell our stories, of us, of our histories. It is another way of storytelling, and of expressing who we are. I am asking people to show me how they think their hands best say something about them.
Huge thanks to Lynne and Barbara for letting me draw them despite their reservations !
A view from the composition ‘Lull’ about the long hot days of summer.
Now it is winter.
I came back to watch the rise of the hill, the curve of the track.
A composition from our Christmas dinner at Sainsburys. A great lunch after a mornings work along the burn. I was asked to write something that contained the jokes from the crackers…….!!
Where do cows go on Saturday?
The works Christmas dinner
Sherlock Bones, she laughs.
You drop them a line,
a tour round the scheme,
Turkey and all the trimmings,
he’s always stuffed.
paper hats too small for our heads.
The shoppers eye us,
a mumble bee of trolleys.
As we clink Irn Bru.
Put some bread under the gorilla
and a chipolata too.
An unexploded bomb, a present left over from the war,
pull the cracker,
Merry Christmas !