Month: February 2020

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,…

#JUNE2021 Ash Wednesday: 8.00 am: A communion. The wind continued to blow hard and cruel. It does so in the lives of some known to me as it does in…

‘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…