“As much cake”…? Where’s the food?

Someone I was close to once told me “You can’t have your cake and eat it too”. At the time, I was asking for help hanging on to a crumbling career in the arts.

The message I got was: “You can’t have the life you want…that’s just an unrealistic dream.”

What ended up happening was that I did stop trying to make a living from art. And I stopped sharing my work. I got a full-time job in an office, where I stayed for 13 years.

Now I’m starting to share my work again.

This blog is written in the spirit of having your cake and eating it too – having as much cake as you want, in fact.




Beautiful things

I like it when I find small handwritten signs or hand-drawn images in unexpected public spaces. I don’t have any photos to share at the moment, so this might seem like a bit of a false opening. I do have recent pics of pigeons and various other city critters, dead and alive.  But today I don’t feel like thinking about the existence of urban wildlife (which seems brutal, impersonal and lonely – okay, perhaps I’m projecting a bit) so I’m posting about beautiful things, big and small, that artists around the world create in urban and private spaces.

All of these images, and many more daily delights, come from the Sculpture Facebook page.

Kaarina Kaikkonen

Umbrella installation in Agueda, Portugal

Chiharu Shiota

Korean artist Do-Ho Suh‘s Floor begs to be examined closely – and stepped on.

 David Oliveira

Miniature origami by Anja Markiewicz.


Urban occupation

I came home from a two-week holiday to find a face mask and yellow note taped to my apartment door.


I rolled my suitcase up to reading distance, perturbed in particular by the face mask. The note was from my daughter.

The “situation” was that pigeons had occupied our living room. I’d left the balcony door open to keep the place aired out and prevent a crushing build up of summer heat (no air conditioning). Carmen hadn’t been home much while I was away.

The day before I got back she discovered that the pigeons had found a way through the “pigeon screen” enclosing the balcony (which came courtesy of former tenants) and made the living room their home, leaving corrosive blobs of excrement everywhere.

Carmen and a friend had scrubbed away all of the pigeon shit but it took a week of shooing, flapping and screeching (and throwing oranges at one particularly alpha pigeon) to stop them from entering the balcony and waddling proprietarily across the threshold into the living room.