28/11/14 Yellow River

Yellow is the memory of past summers. If you shake it it stirs but it will always settle. It is a pause in a the flow. The loyal friend that accompanies you on a long journey. It’s a pale yellow butterfly that won´t stay still…

27/11/14 Yellow River

It is a handmade knot, a flash of fluro. Yellow is a gift…

26/11/14 Yellow River

Today yellow is slow as if waking up from a long sleep. You can bath in it while watching two sandy coloured birds find food. It is the fabric of a gently rocking hammock. It feeds you and makes patterns on your skin. It is in you and around you it’s the light colour behind your eyelids when you close your eye’s…

25/11/14 Yellow River

Yellow warms friends round the fire at night it does not worry about what was or what might be, it is now…

24/11/14 Yellow River

Is a gold cave where the witches live…

23/11/14 Yellow River

Yellow is solitary and shared. It is the painted lines in the road. The colour on the telegraph poles, the sign that shows us the way.
It is a wound in the earth, when yellow hits the air it sometimes turns to red…

22/11/14 Yellow River

On the side of a mountain yellow meets black. They bleed into one another. Unlike white black overshadows yellow it suffocates and erases it…

21/11/14 Yellow River

A yellow and white curtain; the sound of wind chimes; a Russian circus and a virgin that only appears in the shadows at night…

20/11/14 Yellow River

Today yellow met white. It was a joyful collision. It is not always this way sometimes one suffocates the other. If white blankets yellow it robs it of it’s warmth…

19/11/14 Yellow River

Over time it form’s a protective crust over hard rock…