watercolour – Saint Beckett

Dance until….

….you rot.

When you run out…

…of storage space.

What can we do?

Express yourself……

…through your fashion.

Watching work….

…is exhausting.

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.

Do androids dream…

…of their favourite book.

Bookbinding and illustrations by me, because why not. Before they take over.

Exactly…

……where I’m at.