Tuesday, January 31, 2006

my hands and cell phone(mobile?) don't you just love scanners!


Oh dear...somebody stop me. This is even more addictive than photoshop...This scan is of an alarm clock and my teething beads from Sodwana. When I went diving there with Sophie I bartered with a lady to buy them for R20 if I remember correctly. They actually work. I know this because I've tried them and a lady I met at the Jo-burg air port laughed at me for wearing them, where they were also on sale for R150...
My cell phone and if you look closely you'll see a bit of my wrist and two fingertips...Its supposed to be a lady of the lake inspired swordlike cell phone effect.... actually, to be honest I only just thought of that now.

Friday, January 27, 2006






I stared down into the well...the black echoing further and further down. All around me the sun screamed, glaring at the desert, her reply just a indignant indifference. The desert mesmerized by the sun like a snake charmed with no life but the sway and chant of a rippled wind. Dead, there was no future beyond the toying of the charmer. The landscape repeated itself over and over again, a monontonous maze.The grains of sand sadly insignificantly nothing filtered as they were through my fingers but becoming everything when I looked up and round for miles and miles. I felt the salt crysallised on my forehead by the teasing wind lapping at me, draining me, milking me for water. I felt drained and dry...dry like a crust of old bread, just the shell. My body a trap that I had fallen into and now my mind clawing at the dry walls of the well trying to get away... The silence mocking, laughing, taunting, maddeningly real.
Would I ever get away from this mare of sand rearing its unfogiving head void of life.It petrified me, but so did not facing it.
As I lay there the sky turning circles above me, the whole world in sky swept past. When the time came for the change the sun made a grand exit by tipping her orb in the atmosphere of dirty pinks, blues, oranges, purples scattered and highlighted around the magnificent dome that was her light.

The dark, not in all ways unlike the light, but at least the stars sang, they sang as they twirled above the flat hollow land, the perfect frame of space. I didn't know the sky until I lay in the desert that night. My eyes frozen staring up at the universe reflected there.

The sun and moon keepers of the tide of sand, the took their turns shaping the landscape....The stars and the sky watched as this took place. The wind a messenger, the clouds a legend to the swelling river of sand.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

heart beat





Heart beat echoing off the walls...
down the passage
a chamber of tales

double beat soft and slow
echoing love
echoing the past

heart beat resounding drum
drumming life
drumming hope

heart beat
faster racing
in my head
I hear it resound

heart beat its reverberated cry
from within
staying alive

heart beat
heart beat
heart beat
again and again
heart beat
never stop the drums in my ears

Sunday, January 22, 2006







someone told me of painted days....Watercolors splashed across created life. Of emerald green, lavender grey, sunflower yellow or center sky blue. The green in different shades of light...Filtered through dappled hues in its vibrant exploding organic breathing beauty.
The grey like the colour I looked outside my window to see today. The colour of eyes mesmerizingly soft and sad...like my grandfathers when he looked at me and smiled.
The yellow, they said, like a dress I wore and felt alive. The light warm, bright happiness of yellow never makes me tired. The blue like a place I go and hide, a liquid haven of distorted time...A middle world neither dead or alive. Days in different shades painted in watered colour.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

I'm back...




I wrote a poem and put it somewhere, now i cant remember the words to describle where I put it...or rather I cant find the words I put on paper when I dropped it...or where the paper with words could be spotted....or how come I lost it? But when I find the words to say what I mean, life will be but like a dream, when I find the will to say just what it is I may just to be, to see, to grow, to know, to write, to draw from lifes adventures.

And you missed me?