Winter Roses
‘The room was suddenly rich and the great bay window was spawning snow and pink roses against it. There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.’ Louis MacNeice.
All that we wish to stay
‘The flower that smiles to-day to-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay tempts and then dies’ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Words lost and found
The process of painting draws out half-remembered lines of poetry from the recesses of my memory. The words float in from somewhere only semi-conscious.
