sacred triangles

Spring is like a perhaps hand

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and


changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving
New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

E.E. Cummings

Some instagram photos taken between London, Monmouth, Freshford, Bradford-on-Avon, Copenhagen and Helsingborg.

sketches in ink, paint, charcoal

I recently had to photograph some of my work. I wish I had a rostra camera or some kind of oversize scanner.

i want to draw your face

got to get back in drawing practice. drawing is nice.

two oh one two

Oh January has been a whirlwind of visiting others and receiving visitors and saying farewell to my home of 11 months. I am now residing in London! (sort of/some of the time)

Had a photo shoot with the lovely Meg Lavender, she has been doing a project of photographing people in bed in the dark. Here's a little sneak preview of some of the negatives. It was so cosy that I actually fell asleep for real.



I'm looking forward to seeing the rest. We did a group shot of three of us getting all snug in my bed too. Now I want to go sleep in a cocoon until it gets warm again. Oh and it snowed a bit today.

Entering the river she was cleaned, shining like a white stone in the rain

(((This year I swam a lot in the river near my mother's house and the sea near where I live. I almost drowned in the sea in September. I did this ink painting a couple of weeks back of a water spirit. This photo is from my 24th birthday on the 24th of April when i decided all I wanted to do was get in the water in my birthday suit. It's been a strange and wonderful year. Good night)))

I like most of all

To wear fur
It's softness
reminds me of life's barest potential
Against my skin
A whisker
Baby bunny



A sigh from deep underground
Where your hair thin bones have long since eroded to dust
In the soil
In the roiling midnight



How all trees sing
Exultant! to the moon
because they must.


Perhaps thirty rabbits died to make this coat
I don't mind
In dying
Their sacrifice makes me feel more fixing
More fabulous.



(((1. Wearing fur in Freshford last autumn.

2. An arctic hare in the snow.

3. Oh look that's me! in a fur coat by Jake Spicer. What a sweet surprise.
I believe this will be included in his upcoming exhibition Grimm Tales at the Norman Rea Gallery in York. 28 November – 12 December 2011)))

Late spring and you're drifting off to sleep with your teeth in your mouth

1. Greta Garbot and John Gilbert on the set of Love 1927
2. Awaken, Caroline Rosalie (self-portrait) 2011
3. Fishblut - Klimt 1898
4. X-ray of my teeth pre-operations 2007
5. L'inconnue de la Seine
6. Wolves with monocles, inverted painting, Caroline Rosalie 2011
7. At the old well of Acoma Keres, Pueblo, Edward S Curtis 1904