Mum, the muse and her dogs

Mum, the muse and her dogs When working the first draft of ‘Disrupted Meadow’ (the one featured here), the opening was disrupted by the entrance of a passerby’s dog.  The Labrador couldn’t help itself entering the space I had carefully marked out on the edge of a meadow near a gate. The chance disruption to play is often a serendipitous …

Disrupted Meadow – Strata June 2021

Disrupted Meadow – Strata June 2021 I am in Charmouth again, on Stonebarrow, again, and it is around the time Matt Hancock gets into a bit of bother. Life is like a meadow and it can get disrupted. Careers get disrupted. Journeys get disrupted. A death is disruptive. I begin my presentation with a poem: Sky is Meadow I am …