'Boy with Comic.' (c1953) Of all the children who sat for Joan Eardley, Andrew Sampson was her favourite - a boldly but sensitively painted work, a picture which has authority and presence; a proper portrait and not a caricature.
Mine Okubo
Happy #Caturday
Mother and Cat by Mine Okubo, Japanese artist 1941
And to you John. Wishing you a happy month of March ❤️ xx
Happy #StDavidsDay
Lillian Lancaster
Happy #Caturday
Lillian Lancaster. The Boy and The Cat.
The first mention of the internet appears in Shakespeare. King Lear, Act Two, scene one:
Lear: why, fie sir!
First cup of tea: clarity of thought seeps in with each sip.
Early stroll. The epic art of white lines on the road. The footpath sign points to the horizon. An archipelago of puddles. The bus shelter recognises me and I recognise the bus shelter. A black scarf draped over a black metal fence.
Stairs as a keyboard
I’m playing descending notes
Taking me lower
The empty tree had a severe case of bird flew.
'The Dome of St Paul's' by Glynn Thomas
glynnthomas.com
Private firms no longer able to pollute the coast of England and Wales just switched to rivers instead #Water #EA #Ofwat
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Sun's coming
Whisper it quietly
But my clock's two minutes fast.
Hi, from the future.
Futile supplication
My love is leaky
In a good way
Like a colander
Attuned to each
Managed moment
Ready to defend
Each scumbled suggestion
My love is a mulcher
Fed by your nature
To live another day
Content to run
Supple as withes
In 36 suns
Morn @imcmillan.bsky.social
Early stroll. Sonata for solo burglar alarm. Streetlights paint tree shadows. Birthday cards on a windowsill sing of time’s passing. The Bloke in the Bus Shelter and I exchange Mornings. The Briskly Walking Woman walks by, briskly.
Painting featuring a sitting tortoiseshell cat facing right against a beige wall which reflects it's shadow
Study of a Cat, c.1909 by Welsh born painter Gwen John #WomensArt
First cup of tea: belt and braces for the soul.
Scrump
Clawing up the beach
Frozen to concrete
The shroud of oceans
On the castle headland
A paynes grey diffusion
Bleeds the horizon
I remember days like this
Knuckles white on grippers
Clogged chain slipping
Riding to Binbrook
The bravado of it
Eating scrumped peas
M @imcmillan.bsky.social
Early stroll. Is a house with the light on a lighthouse? Subtle clouds line the sky. I see the van with the papers in turning a corner. The street I was born on welcomes me, as always. Two blokes with cans of Stella tell me I’m their pal.
Painting looking up at the front of a grand terraced home with long arched windows and iron railings, all in bluish hues
Lucy Jones, contemporary artist living and working in Edinburgh New Town, painting and drawing the surrounding Georgian Architecture #WomensArt
Happy #Caturday
Fujita: Chat Endorme 16x22 Oil
First cup of tea: this, I really have to say, is the life.
Stubble
The definition is in the action
Of a forward half-lope
Assisted by gravity
Into a shaved field of wheat.
I lay on a giant needle bed
Resigned to stupidity
And scorned by a blue sheen.
That was then: now I’m all mud
And crumpled - a dumb frump.
Morn @imcmillan.bsky.social
As I arrive at the shop Fred drives away waving. The papers are sorted and ready. The shopkeeper and I joke about the people who will be rushing in today for flowers and chocolates.
Early stroll. My shadow on a garage door. A half-full bottle of vodka near the cemetery. First time I’ve seen the stars for weeks. I gaze down the Closed Road. Birds briefly sing half a page of music manuscript paper.
Longing’s algebra:
X plus X plus X: all those
Kisses adding up.
Rolling in
8th February 2026 07.52
I have a robin outside that is singing loudly and proudly, for the first time this year. There's been fairly tentative birdsong most mornings, but today it feels something in the air. And yesterday a blackcap was trilling its full song, instead of a phrase or two. Courage, mon brave!
Outside, a bird tries to sing spring closer.
