A diary of making and decorating a series of large ceramic jars which deal with surfing as an art form akin to dance (as well as a bit of mythology)
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Friday, 18 April 2014
Thursday, 10 April 2014
Drouyn Delft
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste
was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste
was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Tuesday, 1 April 2014
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