I love to see a wood full of bluebells. Growing up in the Kent countryside, I have special memories of this brief annual spectacle.
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I always sort of swooned at the sight of the classic barn structures in central and northern Minnesota, where everything seemed rustic and weathered and made to age gracefully.
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
I remember being on a black-and-white set all day and then going out into daylight and being amazed by the colour.
Show your bluebell passion with every step you take. Infuse your corporeal mind, body and spirit with atomic sense of urgency, purpose and apple juice.
'Blue Nights' is a story of loss: simple, wrenching, inconsolable loss.
It's something that's always been there for me, that I have huge blue eyes - it's been something that people have always talked about.
My father loved antique shops and shows, and quite a bit of my childhood involved outings to dim, dusty places packed with cast-off treasures.
I have admired David Bromley's work for years. He possesses such a wild and vivid imagination and really sees the beauty in everything.
I'm showing some of my sculptures in Holland in the spring, so we'll see.
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
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