Walking along the Strand in London to Trafalgar Square to try on a costume I become someone else. Through the darkness I sense the character of a lady of Henley who met her death hung on holy ground in 1757. Mary was not granted the right to appeal her conviction for poisoning her father. She […]
Read More »
It’s just as well the visitor is thrust into the mix as I had lost my muse, couldn’t get my hands on the keyboard and the white page had been staring me back in the face for a while. I wandered through woods of Headington Hill, a part of Oxford Brookes University campus, looking […]
Read More »
The whistle sounds and the race is on to get to the soap box first. The public speaking tent is all set up in the city for one day only. A piece of free speech is on the table. With no holds barred, five minutes is all the audience will stand for. Rain is blowing […]
Read More »
Looking for an object to fill me with inspiration I walk around (and around) a local covered market and follow the scent of oranges and bright posters to a local museum to see how an object can be used as Art. ‘I’m having Art for lunch’ says a visitor as another orange is taken from […]
Read More »
Walking home, jilted, one late summer’s night it is a delight to stumble upon these tree stumps from Brazil and further a field. The roots carve into each other and infinitely bend into twisted curves providing a mesmering road to nowhere for the eyes to follow. The chap I thought was more than a […]
Read More »
lita doolan productions 