I have been thinking I should stop my habit of collecting random images with vaguely iconic undertones; it doesn't seem to have any higher purpose. And what of my vast collection of wine corks, any use anyone? As my stockpile of pebbles with holes is nearing one hundred and thirty (yes, I counted them once), I've begun a new collection of only white ones - the striped collection was slower to grow. It is rather disappointing however, when I get home from a day at the coast with my precious new white finds only to realise there are many subtle variations of white in the natural world - so in due course attention to their arrangement will be crucial.Today, I dug out a drawing I had completed back in 2004, faint, wispy scribbles and contours on white board, encased in a white frame.
Now, it seems only natural to want to paint everything white and start all over again...Here are just a few of my found crosses...
