There are times I wish I knew more about poetry.  I see hear wonderfully educated people  quoting their favourite poem or poet and feel a small hint of jealousy.  However, poetry has passed me by which I suspect is a shame but we have to live with the cards that we have been dealt with (I know this is  predeterministic clap trap but there we go).

The gifts, such as they are, I have been given are to make visual images.  Whether the images are good or bad is a nonsense and the more I learn about the art world the more I realise this to be.  So I give you three sketches I’ve made over the past week, none of which were made with Paris in mind but I can’t help feeling that when viewed through that prism there is a certain connection between them all.  Perhaps I should sit in a dark room for a bit or start to read some poetry!