T HERE ARE WHITE FLOWERS growing beautifully about this rusty old wheel at the front of our truck, but I haven't had a chance to go and...

T UCKED AWAY behind a crumble-down barn, with a logpile, a rusted wheeled farm machine and newly budding trees for neighbours we look out o...

T HIS MAN CARRIES his house on his back in a drawing just completed by me for a nice lady* who asked me to make her a drawing for her house...

T HIS WAY There are crisscross shadows on the curtains The kettle is always on Green light shines through old wine bottles full of olive oil...

T HIS IS A SNIPPET O F A JUST BEGUN PAINTING of a white-haired owl-riding lady pointing at a place on her forehead where some believe we ha...

O NCE UPON O'CLOCK whilst tending to their flock two shepherd girls came upon a tree. Its fruits were blackish green with a crocodil...

T REES . I love them. Especially when they are next to other trees. Standing in a forest feels like being stood over kindly by a huddle of g...

L OOK ! Can you see through these porthole-goggles? It's the sea! Outside our round windows there are seagulls and seamist and seasongs ...