Last week I performed an ‘Artist Presentation’ for DAO. Here is the link if you weren’t able to join me live.
Thank you to all who were there and asked questions. If there are any unanswered questions, please do comment below and I will answer.
On my birthday, the following day after the presentation, I went to a family funeral in Southampton. My sister stayed with me, she drove up from Wales. The fear of the virus is more prevalent where she lives, despite the fact there have been no cases in Ceredigion. Her peers and colleagues were shocked that she would drive to Peckham and then to Southampton. They, in fear of her bringing back the plague, but she is a key worker, she is needed to work, as more in fear are furloughed, isolating.
The Crematorium bouncers allowed 18 of us in, my husband was no 19, but he sneaked in, I was fortunate I could be with him. The chairs were spread so my sister couldn’t sit with us. After the beautiful and honest ceremony, our family hugged, we could not do it without hugging.
So, now, I am another year older, 56, that’s older. I never expected to live till I was past 25. I had a suicide pact when I was 16 with one of my boyfriends that at age 25, we would kill ourselves. We decided that being an adult with responsibilities was boring. We did not know at that time our brains would change and these feeling would subside, most of the time.
Our beloved Kay’s feelings of suicide did not subside, although she died of cancer, her fight for what is right in the treatment of child abuse, kept going. She was a mighty strong woman to have survived so well. She was beautiful, inside and out. When she was well, she would care for others in voluntary settings, of course she would understand. I am so happy I spent the new year and my last birthday with her and my cousin.
What is a conspiratorialist?
Lock up and hide.
Social distancing divide
Fear and more fear
We are all infected. We all have pieces of the virus in us. The fear compartment of the virus within us will make us take a vaccine. But what will be injecting ourselves with?
Coming soon, Covid 19.2, to a town near you
Dependency on a socialised system. Controlled, over everything.
Trump, the most powerful man in the world.
And here is a poem about turkeys and being socially correct, it is always a worry to me. I never want to offend. It is about Christmas too, that is Perverse because we are the furthest, we could be from Christmas and yet it looms as the earth circles the sun each day. Or does the sun circle the earth. I am no scientist. Does it matter?
PC Turkey Lurkey
Turkey lurking in the freezer
Friends with children over for tea
“I’ll get the ice-cream,” says a mum
“No!” I shout, “I’ll get it, don’t look in there”
Nobody must see
Except you and me
Bernard Matthews has a nice smile
But his voice is sinister like a paedophile
No its not, that’s a terrible thing to say
He’s probably a really nice man and gay
No, I can’t say that
He’s just a nice man who’s into poultry