Monday, 23 March 2015

Ode To Past Pets


I couldn’t have started this project in a more perfect way if I had wanted, being an animal lover and in particular guinea pigs I have had many past pets 4 hamsters, 4 guinea pigs a rabbit and a few fairground fish which are no longer with us.  In fact I can’t remember a time I didn’t have a pet of some sort. My first 2 guinea pigs were the best pets ever and in a way were almost like mini dogs.  Though it may be when I got them I was at more of an age to appreciate them than the fair ground fish I got as a child and the rabbit I barely remember which my grand father had bought us for a ”surprise”. My first 2 guinea pigs were brothers and although I worried I had picked 2, which hated each other and were doomed to spend the rest of their hate filled lives together, they got on brilliantly. Once settled into their new home they would beg (squeal) for food mainly lettuce grumble when angry and give a good purr when happy.  They’d fall asleep on me as I handled them, they learnt their names and even how to tell me when they wanted to go back to their cage. They had also learnt when it was time to go back inside when they had had a long day of running around in their large outside enclosure. They even ran to me when they had scared themselves whilst exploring and had somehow managed to knock over a few pans from the kitchen cupboard they jumped into my arms trembling and would not move.

Needless to say, when they both died at a nice old age I decided to do something to remember them by. My first thought was to create wooden beads from the very chewed and nibbled branches of the plum tree, which they had loved to eat.

My first attempt at creating a " Piggy" bead still unfinished years later:










   I had wanted to start the project on the eve of their deaths so I waited for a year and then another…and another… until enough time passed that I realised it wasn’t possible especially since I had tried to get the branches out of the shed they had been stored in and realised with some alarm as I looked around at the junk laden shelves we had a case of wood worm. And so the project was halted again, as time has passed I have thought about this project every so often with the thinking of “ wouldn’t it be good” and whenever you start thinking like that you know that for whatever reason its something you are not going to get around to doing.  And so as time passed my thoughts evolved until I was ready to start the project and I opened my sketchbook…

The sketchbook couldn’t have been more perfect I’d bought it because of the picture of a guinea pig on the front wearing the hat of a rather famous comedian I’d bought it because I thought it was funny or at the very least quirky as did the boy on the till who also liked my guinea pig games calendar I had bought along with the book.  The sketchbook had remained sealed in a cellophane wrapper for a few months after I had bought it and I couldn’t help but smile at what was written in the book:





And so I have started my project in a timely and an eventful manner. 

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Revenge on the bath giver

If I didn't know better-
I'd say it was deliberate.

There I was
rushing to work.

I pull on my shoes
pull the laces.

so my shoes don't go zoom.

Instead of that
my fisted hand flew up
and up.

SMACK
in the face.

You bit my lace
made me punch myself
in the face.

I can see your teeth,

Nibble,nibble, nibble

you ate it didn't you?

Your mad at me
I picked you up

and gave your bum
a little bit of a bath.

You didn't growl
but I know your mad.

I wasn't doing it just to be bad.

when summer comes
your poo - wet bum
will smell like a feast
of fruits and plums.

To the Mother flies, who will lay their eggs.
And the lava will hatch, and eat your legs.

I'm trying my best to keep you clear
so that future, will never come near.

My angry friend, you ate my shoe
you didn't need too.

Now I'm going to have to buy something new.

Monday, 16 February 2015

New Fella...

My world opened up
I'm sorry to say.

But this day it came
the new one to stay.

Your still drying
I'm almost crying

 my Mother's dehumidifiers
are not drying.

Your keys still stick
your still very sick.

But new one is dry
and working well.

I'll keep that water away
so his keys work well.

You'll be a reserve if he's ever hurt.
And if your circuits are not fried inside.

Your metal frame
hides your pain.

If you are ever well you'll be here again.

But for now I can surf
on dry unspoilt words.

created by hand crafted words.







( Object/event response)



Water, Water keep it away

"oh no!"
the glass
it tipped
it went.

That's water covered your ABC's
with its cold wet slap.

2 weeks drying
your still not set.

Your keys they stick
and wont type my words.

My desk is empty
and full of hurt.

All your good for is to be buried in dirt.

Mouse got it too
but he's all better now.

Your stiff your cold
you wont type my words

I cant edit
cant search
cant do nothing with word.

I'm sorry that water tipped and got you.
trying to fix you is going too slow.

I'll finish what i haven't with hand formed words.

But really, really
i need your keys
to tap
and type

my words into sight.





( Object/ event response)

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Twitchy-feet

Sleeping Rabbit
having dreams.

Your twitching feet
are tickling me.

with a twitch-twitch here.
and a twitch- twitch there.

You hide your ears behind your hair.

I guess to you TV's not fair ?









Monday, 5 January 2015

25/09/2014-26/12/2014

Will it break?
will it smash?

will the white- ice crack?

You've been left behind
like the demons in my mind,
and its so unkind.

the tree's iced bear,
the branches stripped,
the tree bark flairs
but winter's bite, has made it shake and quiver-shake.

Sun's shadows warm,
and slime does form.

it dribbles down your bright red form,
Your ice cap drips.

Your cold chain twists
and catches onto weak sunlight's grip.

the snows not missed
the birds have hissed.

Waiting for sweet sunlight kissed.















 ( object response)

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Cheeky Girl...





you chewed-chewed-chewed
and played all day.

Now you're licking your lips
for something to say.