Judith

I was interested to read Jonathan Jones’s Guardian review of the Artemisia Gentileschi exhibition at the National Gallery. It’s an important show, which rightly seeks to claim Gentileschi’s ‘greatness’, as Jones calls it, as a woman artist among the traditional pantheon of almost exclusively male painters. The physicality of her painting of ‘Judith Beheading Holofernes’… Continue reading Judith

Some autumn haiku

So here we are again, in what is marginally my favourite season. I thought I’d post some of my autumn haiku to mark it. climbing the wallsof a disused youth club:                   flowering hops*avocet billsscour the lagoon bed—hurricane’s end*autumn winda delivery of flourto the bakery *tucking a roll-upbehind his earthe harvest sun *shifting currents . . .a… Continue reading Some autumn haiku