Wind blown –
I ask myself
did I not spend my time
in this town
making lino cut images
of the trees writhing on the cliff tops?
The closest I got was a series of digital images:-
With my stuff in boxes and my head in a whirl there’s no time or inclination now. Just the questions – why do we make the creative choices we make? – are there right and wrong creative choices? – will I ever find the time and inclination to do all the creative ideas that flit across my addled mind?