Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
Giddily, my laughing head tilted back, my arms were thrown upwards as I gave a Gaynor-twirl. Gaynor-twirls are not always successful. Often instead of going in a perfect round spin, my body teeters, leaning Tower of Pisa like, and then plummets to end up in a most undignified heap. This time however, my body did
I stared at The Displaced Ibis in awe. One of the Ten Commandments is: “Do not covet.” I looked at my friends new painting and I’m very much afraid to admit that I broke that commandment. I coveted. Oh, how I coveted! It was a painting of an Hadeda Ibis. It is standing on an
As a young child, I discovered Mums had left her makeup drawer open. I dragged across a nearby chair and clambered up eagerly. I stared down at Mums’ makeup in delight. There were all her lipsticks. They seemed to positively glow and jostle up at me invitingly. My little hand reached out for the brightest
I stared up at the massive painting in the kitchen. It was of a hyena. But this hyena was different. It seemed to have an odd kind of vulnerability to it. The Hyena is a very misunderstood creature, the artist, Peter Pharoah, believes. He always tries to paint the character of the animal or the
“To develop a complete mind: Study the science of art; Study the art of science; Learn how to see. Realise that everything is connected to everything else.” Leonard de Vinci
