Vague recollections of batiks smelling of hot wax in the art room at school.
My play would have the old man surrounded by unharvested pumpkins at various stages of maturity, some enormous.
That's what is bound to happen when you tramp up and down a two-kilometre stretch with a hoe in your hand.
The word moonbeam, describing a lone phenomenon in the night sky, has slammed two words into one neat little unit.
Giotto (c. 1267-1367) demonstrated his artistic skill by drawing a perfect circle without the aid of a pair of compasses. Upon learning this story from my sister when much younger, I did idle away some time trying to do the same, and then overlaying a compass-drawn circle on my pathetic efforts. The results convinced me... Continue Reading →