Writing art: Orange. Louis Bourgeois
Stick with this one. You may have seen it already on my pages. She has been there for a time!!!
the poet who never wrote a word
about a life which all the others
wished they had
she was a lady
who lived
long
produced
all the works
which most the others
really wished they could
~orange is not just a colour~ Gill McGrath from my ‘Ode to the Artist’
Here is a little more about Louis Bourgeois at the Tate:
http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/louise-bourgeois-2351 next: Caravagio
Stripped bare of your colours. Who am I?
how can I dare to think
your twisted mixed up lines still sound so lovely
brushed yellow blue a dash of red
when your finest hand
brushed so quick the sun-lit stars
through night skies purple moon-lit sun
beyond fields of gold
past crows
past bars
across white canvas
for an ear? ~ [She said] Gill McGrath© Ode to the Artist (song)
Sien Hoornik…….. Vincent Van Gogh met her, the mother of a 5 year old girl in 1882. She was also pregnant at the time; and a prostitute;, and suffering from venereal disease. She posed for a number of drawings and paintings for him reflecting the difficult life of the working poor in domestic roles such as mother, seamstress and domestic worker. Van Gogh took her into his home and wrote about his love and affection for her in his letters to his brother. When the baby was born he was named Willem after the artist. Van Gogh wanted to marry Sien but was pressured by his father and then his brother to abandon them all . By the end of 1883 he did leave them, for Drenthe. Van Gogh died in 1890. Sien eventually married Anton van Wijk in 1901. She drowned herself 4 years later; 14 years after Van Gogh’s death.
Deer in the City
December 8th Diary
8.00pm Took the photo of the sun, looking like the night…
9.00am Town Covered Market. now. Before the madding crowd…… two deers, on show, soft light

what a way to end
just hanging
Nearly walked into the fur
looking at the chocolates
head in air
dripping blood
and no one there
Gill
GillMcGrath©
[posted 10th December]
the city ‘A place to dream’ press the above link
Broken~ Jake Bugg
Jake of the extraordinary voice! (he writes all his own)
Press link for more on Jake Bugg after the words of the song~
I’ll wait here for you for I’m broken
Down, coming down this town
For my heart lies
Far and away where they took you down
Led them over to your house
Where I’m broken
Down by the people if they let you breathe
Don’t give a damn if you
Still can’t see still my heart beats for you
Have become all I lost
And all I hoped for
But I must carry on
Always one never broken
Run to the lobby where I saw you try
Don’t give a damn for your reasons why
Why I’m broken
Down in the valley where the church bells cry
I’ll lead them over to your eyes
I am one
I am one
Break a story of slonge
Peace and love in a future
Bright sacrifice came around
Never broken
Down by the people if they let you breathe
Don’t give a damn if you still can’t see
Travlin’ street that I did not know
Wheels like tong to the winter lope
Down in the valley where the church bells cry
I’ll lead them over to your eyes
I am one
I am one
Songwriters
Kennedy, Jake / Hunt, Crispin
street: playing the cold blue wind
always a Rainbow. always in the sun
indigo landscape with purple. pale violet rose & peach lines. in between
iced purple cream and oranges and tea from China no sun

Its OK……. I was just playing ‘Suzanne’ by Leonard Cohen while looking through the sun setting photos I had been snapping earlier. The song said something about…’oranges and tea from China’… so I thought I would add the words iced purple cream to this one! Gill McGrath© press for the song







