Blog Post # 29 2013 Dead deer on the side of the road today––an eerie emblem of my grandfather’s land,…
Blog Post # 28 2013 Basquiat’s notebooks: one entry printed in block letters ‘JUNK AND CIGARETTES’––the ominous words sit starkly…
Post # 25 2013 Relearn Your Alphabet for the Twenty First Century Series. F is for fulminate, feast on…
Post # 22 2013 Attended M’s mothers funeral in Richmond. A woman who saw her father shot by fascists…
Post # 21 2013 Relearn Your Alphabet for the Twenty First Century Series. E is for Everything you feel––give…
Post # 20 2013 Relearn Your Alphabet for the Twenty-First Century Series. D is for desire is a vampire––change…
Post # 19 2013 I want you to hear my voice rising phoenix-like from dark empty cloisters of nothingness––the…
Blog # 18 2013 Watched Jean Michel Basquiat documentary Radiant Child. I am drawn to his bee bop aesthetic.…
Blog # 16 2013 Exhibition at Bokeh Gallery. https://bokehdaylesford.wordpress.com/tag/natalie-rose-dyer/ A coterie of dear friends gathered at the gallery to…
Blog # 15 2013 M’s treasures: sugar skull torch, stretchy bright green red lizard, craft owl keyring, grey led…
Blog # 14 2013 Relearn Your Alphabet for the Twenty-First Century Series. C is for curious collections and the…
Blog # 13 2013 Thick blind tiredness––unable to operate effectively. The presence of things taken from me. Tired of…
Blog # 12 2013 Today at kindergarten the local beekeeper came to demonstrate beekeeping procedure. M remembered everything he…
Blog # 10 2013 I’m sapped––iron low. Sleep walking through my days––wincing with unrest. Went to pick up the…
