Well, Milly, what can I say? Where on earth do yo find the time? This Jack Sallt character – I like him! A bit of a loveable rogue, I fancy. Not finished it yet, but it’s a great read!
Category: art
Well done Milly!
Prints to buy on Saatchi Online – reasonably priced!
http://www.saatchionline.com/profile/284071
I have some reasonably priced fine art prints to buy on Saatchi, either fine art paper or canvas prints of varying sizes. At the moment the styles are all pretty similar, nature and seascapes, but I’m hoping to do some more abstract paintings in the ensuing months.
At the moment none of the print originals are for sale.
A New Book by Milly Reynolds!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Unseen-Sky-ebook/dp/B005HXTR5E/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1313999355&sr=1-5
There is a new book out by Milly Reynolds. I helped design the cover for kindle.
This is a bit of a departure for Milly, who has hitherto developed the character of Mike Malone, the quirky English detective with an odd past, who struggles to come to terms with life in rural Lincolnshire – a far more dangerous place than he envisaged!
‘The Unseen Sky’ is a longer, more romantic and historical work. The main character is a melancholic painter who accepts an invitation to visit his friend and agent in Venice. While there he meets his agent’s daughter Maria for the first time in two years, who has become a beautiful young woman. Then issues from the past which he had tried to forget, begin to re-emerge; the mystery of a friend’s disappearance, the intrigue of Maria’s family history, all interweaving through scenes of romantic Venetian canals and the windswept but gorgeous North Norfolk coast. A lovely read.
‘Yggdrasil’ – a poem and a tribute to the ash tree.
Yggdrasil
When I see the ash I always pause
to admire its strong, primitive grace,
its carboniferous-like leaves,
those impressions I might find
in a piece of coal.
And when I stand underneath,
placing my palm on the grooved bark,
I think of Woden
who hung himself here in a tempest,
like a questioning proto-Christ,
intent on finding answers. The runes.
I rest my spine against the bole,
asking the energy to flow through
as I gaze up into the blue,
dappled through countless greens.
But I find no runes strewn hereabouts,
no answers at all,
merely a branch snapped off in a storm.
I will take it home to carve and to care,
before setting out once more
to taste this electric air.
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
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