Collage on irridescent acrylics with white gel pen in Moleskine sketchbook. The poem reads -
TIME You can’t buy time, nor can you sell it You can lose it, but you can’t gain it back We all live on borrowed time, trying to steal more of it We talk of saving time, but all we do is fill it Some people have time on their hands, others have no time at all when in fact, we all have the same time— we have all the time there is Some people wouldn’t give you the time of day others take the time We say it’s time to get up, and time to go, and time to work as if time controls our lives We don’t say, it’s time to love or time to do nothing We waste time, doing what does not need to be done and what we have no pleasure in doing We let others control our time We don’t take the time, to think how we use this minute, this hour, this day, this year which make up this life
Married with two children, a stepdaughter and two grandaughters. I am fortunate to live surrounded by beautiful countryside, yet only a few miles from the Georgian city of Bath. I have a passion for Visual Journaling and mixed media. When I was first starting out I found a lot of inspiration scattered around the web. So I decided to create a resource for anyone wanting to keep a journal and www.journalcraft.co.uk was born.
I previously spent 25 years in the IT industry, and still advise small businesses.