Out for the Afternoon


The Peddler. The Works Festival. 2015


The Peddler, 2015


The Peddler moves with the wind, she stops to sell her dreams and wishes, her secrets and her lies. She will trade you for some of your own. A kiss is a thimble, but so is an acorn. With pockets full of new kisses and fingers around a secret the peddler leaves you having taken what you no longer need.


Loves-me-Loves-me-not, 2015



Flowers have a history of romance and mischief.
Once they spoke a secret and silent language, the language of lovers.
A single poesy whispering a fancy, a feeling, a fate.
A bouquet scripting a story.

Little girls play, each petal falls to the floor.
Flowers providing fate.

Ring-a-ring o’ roses
Pockets full of poesies.
Buttercups and daisies,
gentlemen and ladies.

Tussie mussie, a wee hand held bouquet, each sprig and bloom collected to sentence sentiments.

He-loves-me, he-loves-me-not.
She-loves-me, she-loves-me-not.


They danced to overcome their melancholy. Art in The Open. 2015

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They danced to overcome their melancholy.


They sang to overcome their loneliness. Lumiere. 2015

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The Maidens Tragedy. Nocturne. 2015




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