watercolour – Saint Beckett

Dance until….

….you rot.

When you run out…

…of storage space.

What can we do?

Express yourself……

…through your fashion.

I am a rock…

…..I am an island.

I live on an island, and a continent.

But I don’t know where I’m going.

Tell tales…

…when you tales to tell.

A couple of pictures for a book I’m binding.

The lawn….

….has its secrets.

Who’s a cute…..

….little fella.

I’ve been playing with watercolour on vellum.

Breakfast time….

….time to work out if it’s all worth it.

It’s good to be mad….

…..when everyone is mad.

To dream….

….is to do.