Saturday, March 18, 2006


Sitting on the white windowsill in the sun - my white mug with the yellow interior. Every time I take a sip of tea the brightness and warmth of the yellow delights me. I want to immerse myself in it.

Newly onto the bed - my red, pink and orange duvet. The red and the pink argue forcefully with one another. The clash is awful and lovely at the same time. The contrast with the white duvet that was on the bed yesterday is enormous; suddenly the bedroom is alive. Instead of peace and calm it’s loud, brash and warm. I wrap myself in the colours and feel cheered by their strength and warmth.