But I need to move on, pick up what pieces I can and carry on doing the things that I love to do. In time, I hope I can delight in them again. Let me share with you a poem by Bob's favourite poet W.B. Yeats. He first read this to me when I was a starry-eyed sixteen-year-old and smitten with this enigmatic, beautiful man, who was all of eighteen.
He Wishes For the Cloths Of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I'm starting to spend a little time in my studio as I feel able and as dealing with the practicalities of winding up an estate allow - it is good to be able to start creating again.
This little one is finished now and I'm working on a larger piece for an exhibition in June.....will post a wip pictures when I have something to show. It is a piece of sculpture, not a doll.
