Minx Marple
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astrophel • a pearl scavenged from the toxic sludge • « botanical, celestial, erotic » • hedgehog chronicler
Spotted this fresh hedgepig a street along from the river on my usual evening route. He watched for a minute as I took his portrait and then spun on his heels and whisked into a garden.
INTRODUCING DUMPLING HOLLINSHEAD. The truth is out there, revealed by our trail cam (finally!), we have a résident hedgepig. I have nearly died of excitement.
Harvesting lily pollen for a wall-drawing / a long game / planting, cossetting, waiting for their collapse / grinding a scented stain
Tag yourself. I’m A typographic illustration presenting a vertically arranged free verse poem about digital relationships, glitchy language, and ghostlike intimacy.
July 11. It is the time of the lilies. The sweet scent bomb burst in the garden in the 32C heat. Heady, honeyed, insistent, inescapable, if you don’t hate it, you know you’d be happy to die in it. They aren’t all that’s happening, but they might as well be. 🌱 #BlueskyPastorale
Left my impetuous 5k too late and had to come home the shadiest route 😬
Straight out into the garden this morning, taking the scenic route into the studio. This morning I’m just wrapping the editions to keep them perfect before they go off to their new homes. It’s still very hot but the breeze is heaven.
Tonight on Hedgepig News: À three hog evening, one in the undergrowth of our drive, loud scuttling, we put food and water out.
Theres’s been an insistent sweetness seeping from the garden all afternoon. It’s 32C, so all the blinds are down and the windows are shut. I peeped outside and the wild perfumed inténsity hit me like a flatiron. This is why 🌱
Thinking about my vitrine layout for the show I’m in this week. Making the print edition (edition of 5, seven prints on Hannemuhle museum etching paper) on Tuesday, to be edged in silver (or, precisely, in white gold). PV is Friday at The Leicester Gallery in Leicester from 5.30pm.
Deep into the box of Isabella’s Viewing Toys and wondering : do I still like to look?
All good shoes come to she who waits/gets to the end of another academic year alive.