Poppies flood the tower's moat, a river of blood pumps out of a turret window. All hand made, crimson ceramic flowers on top of thin green stems. The country over we are thinking about those that died.
My first poppy mosaic is made next week, funded by the church. War and religion always seem to go together.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
My blog, a thought or two