Little Joys

I’m delighted to share my little joys with you… a dancing figure almost out of sight, a little wren come to say Hallo, quiet times alone with trees, a tender hug, noticing how things grow, overindulgence in cake, an abundance of yellow, holding fond memories close. There are some Little Joys that take the form of wholesome sadnesses. Apparently you can’t have one without the other, so I’ll take both.

I’m dedicating this show to the memory of dear Stanley Philpot who died having lost his sight, his hair and some of his marbles but still eating treats at record speed… Missing curls all down his back, wizened grey from chocolate black, cloudy eyes and mouth gone slack, that little Joy will not come back.