We ate our breakfast and sat horrified and astounded at sight that met our eyes the other morning. This sparrowhawk came from nowhere and had his breakfast in our tree amongst the bird feeders! Poor little sparrow didn't stand much chance.
A kind of diary, a log, a ramble, nothing to do with the Flowerpot Men. My life as an artist, a collagist, a rubber stamper, a networker, a collector of all sorts , a letter writer and a postcard maker. Observations about this and that in no particular order.
I grew up in the home counties around London during the 50's and 60's. Went to several art schools including Southend ,Chelsea and Manchester. Trained as a painter and printmaker but now mostly using collage. Collect postcards and old mail art amongst other things too numerous to mention.
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