And here is the third Hockney in the series, I really must get them printed out properly and frame them but looking over my shoulder, I have so many other things to frame and I am running out of wall space to hang them. But I marvel at how he can do this with his fingers on an iPad, I really do. But back to Ekelof's Songs of Something Else, I am reading Sommarens önskningar or The Summer's wishes,
The summer is fulfilled wishes, but not mine
Winter is the time for new dreams and wishes
Now I have a feeling I was just saying this the other day - but the winter, for me at least, is a time for writing and making while the winter sun barely lifts the gloom of the day, when 'Only then do the light and colours taste!' And this week I have a whole host of friends heading off to New Zealand for a conference I like to attend - but not this time, more is the pity, and they will be nestled in their summer that will stretch out like a long balmy evening. Instead I will make some breakfast and listen to this instead, and be content that I can - happy Sunday, I am not shut in a box, I love the orchestration on this - reminds me of The Godfather (and I love the music on that too):
The summer is fulfilled wishes, but not mine
Winter is the time for new dreams and wishes
Now I have a feeling I was just saying this the other day - but the winter, for me at least, is a time for writing and making while the winter sun barely lifts the gloom of the day, when 'Only then do the light and colours taste!' And this week I have a whole host of friends heading off to New Zealand for a conference I like to attend - but not this time, more is the pity, and they will be nestled in their summer that will stretch out like a long balmy evening. Instead I will make some breakfast and listen to this instead, and be content that I can - happy Sunday, I am not shut in a box, I love the orchestration on this - reminds me of The Godfather (and I love the music on that too):
