7.45 am: A communion. 8.30 am: My inbox was emptied and the studio, prepared for work. I’d woken repeatedly during the night. The brain was more than a little phased…
It’s nearly March, but it feels as though Winter just won’t let go. 7.20 pm: Morning-tide: 8.00 am: A communion. 8.40 am: Against the wind, towards the School. On route,…
‘Don’t stop, John! You may never start again’ Morning-tide: 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: It would be a from pillar to post kind of day. Recycling bags deposited on…
There let it freely burntill earthly passions turnto dust and ashes in its heat consuming;and let your glorious lightshine ever on my sight,and make my pathway clear, by your illuming(St…
8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Domestic admin. 8.45 am: On, again, with the paper and its Powerpoint. In the background: works by the Japanese experimental musicians Toshimaru Nakamura and…
Anyone will tell you / Just how hard it is to make and keep a friend (Joni Mitchell, ‘Jericho’, Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter (1977)) 7.45 am: I checked that all…
‘Let it all fall to the bottom of the lake.’ (Heard in a dream, February 20, 2020) I photograph every aspect of the School these days. The familiar things are…
‘Let me be the interpreter of the room.’ (Heard in a dream, 5.30 am+, February 19, 2020) 8.15 am: A communion. 8.30 am: I left the house as the painter…
Mary let her hair down (John 12.1-8). There’re times when all about appears strangely transformed and intensified. Doxological perception, I guess you’d called it: a hymn of vision. In that…