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| Visual Field, RTomens, 2026 |
Ah yes, the all-seeing eye...
More distressingly, I lost a great pair of sunglasses. Where? I don't know. If I knew where they were lost I might return to the spot, eh? LJ once lost hers. We had walked beside the river Medway to the cafe, where she realised they were gone. So we walked back, hoping they'd be on the path. Nope. But wait, we did sit on this bench. We even wandered into the grassy area behind...and there they were! I spotted them. So...you know...some lost things can be found. There's a moral there somewhere.
My work often looks a bit blurred to me. I used to think it was something that could be corrected in the scanning process. Then I realised it was my eyes! Now I zoom in on the computer or, the old-fashioned way, actually lean in closer - ha-ha. The great thing about on-screen viewing is the ability to widen those fingers and appreciate the detail, eh? Sometimes it pays off. Sometimes I've done it and realised...well, it doesn't bear close scrutiny.
Nothing compares to seeing work 'in the flesh'. That even applies to visual poetry. Better still to be able to feel the paper and even the indentations made by the typewriter. Buyers who visit do that. I watch them feeling the paper. Others do it, replace the work on the table and walk on. That upsets me. Look, I've poured my heart and soul into that and you just walk away? The nerve! I jest, of course. People who actually buy are a rare breed. Well, it's a luxury purchase, isn't it? I never expect a purchase. How arrogant/naive would that be? Books sell better, for obvious reasons.
Here's a book I altered a few years ago. It's still for sale.
TTFN!
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