She has a very auspicious poacher.
He likes fried eggs and boasts.
They say, when he doubts,then clout.
I say, when glum keep mum.
Silence is not denuded enough in our sobriety.
What, did he pray?
What did he pray exactly?
What did he prey on?
We are having a one pot sinner tonight.
I found a Jewish cookery nook in the bookshop.
What is the advantage of reading the riot pact?
Her greatest virtue is tact.
I often sit on the hairs if all else fails.
Do you like bacon on fried bananas? It’s a merry pan, so they say.
Day: February 25, 2015
Self portrait from an interesting period in my life.
This is a lovely painting
In my West Chester, Pennsylvania studio – mixed media.
This self portrait, tells the story of the complexity and at the same time, simplicity of my life during this particular period.
It was 1988 and I was living and working in my studio which had no heat or running water. I always say, it was the time that I grew up.
I didn’t realise it at the time, however the hummingbirds had already begun to weave their magic.
A Bientôt
How my heart sings 