joan miro flowers

one thing leads to another and generally spring leads to everything, that explosive feeling, all the paths and walks start resembling a jungle of vegetation - kind of miniature and lower by congo standards but its all relative. Samos is very lush - well what isn't sprayed by pesticides, and as i've mentioned i've been walking a lot - and the difference in one week is astonishing, irises and anemones, daisies and late daffodils everywhere, slightly higher and wilder the beginning of wild orchids - tiny little shy cousins of the ones in flower shops.

yup - flamin' flowers everywhere

so its had an influence and this kind of came out of the metal - and reminded me of Miro

which led to these, because i wanted something a little more organic:

and here i want to thank a friend for sending me the copper that i was able to heat and bash and generally play with, it was great fun.

and finally in this vein of the earth renewing i got gabi to take the stitch out of my finger, which she very kindly did and i have to say felt disgusting, but at least now i don't have 2 ends of neon blue nylon where my nail might start again. anyone squeamish should not continue further but i think its looking ok

it looks that colour cos we put iodine on it - looks like nicotine stain :) and she said i need to do some physiotherapy on that first blurred knuckle as it won't straiten out now - from keeping it out of the way all the time