Humpty Bill

Humpty Bill

Bill’s a good egg but what on earth is he so quiet about? Looking at the achievements of the ALP over the last 7 years it is clear they have made a huge positive contribution to the country’s growth. Although no government is without mistakes, the contribution is clear and good. He should be taking up a cudgel to the NLP for everything they’re pulling down,not murmuring “A rat a rat!”


The first of the illuminations…

The first of the illuminations...

In this translucent picture is the first of the story of C.F. and this is the front, the fallacy if you like the surface of what it might have been like at the time of her birth. Behind will emerge the shadows of reality.

The Fisherman and His Soul

The Fisherman and His Soul

In this mad pursuit, the fisherman is betrayed by the very thing he was trying to be rid of because in the process he allowed himself to be seduced by the things of the flesh and the world, since the soul without heart is bent on endless attempts to satiety. His soul has tricked and beguiled him and so he loses the object of his love; when at last he refuses to listen to the soul and goes back to the water the beautiful mermaid is washed up on the shore and she lies, dead in his arms.



Skin: Layers of epithelial cells,  keratinocytes, collagen, sebaceous glands and oil, silica, fat, no blood on the outer layers, a big big breathing sweaty bag that holds us in and the world of pathogens out.

More melanin less melanin whitey white browny black yellowy white pinky red bluish grey purply pink blue black creamy white, softly crinkly smooth not wrinkly riveted with moles dimples spots freckles nevi bumps excrescences hairs lanugo fur pubes scabs crusts warts scales…

All differences in this world are  of degree, and not of kind, because oneness is the secret of  everything.


The Mill

The Mill

The mill’s grinding orbs press and bite the grain

chewing and rubbing between the turning stones

husks vent up into the North where the air is dry

then lifts it on a spiralled dance then to lie,

a fine gritty veil drawn over land once verdant and much loved.

You there in the North, come back to the South

where the flour waits for the baker’s hand

the leavening for the sweet kiss of heat and time

The best bread is made with a firm hand and a blasting heat,

so let us break bread together

leave the tooth of the stones to grind another’s grain

and let love lie in open fields

for a gentler softer rain.


Wandering in the desert

Weeks and weeks of it. With a tremulous hand, nervous and exhilarated I’ve been doing the stuff, drawing thinking planning creating. I’ve done my meditations, I ‘gone inside’ I’ve focussed until my pineal gland was erect and ready…but….


What do I expect?

Like all creative people with some firm belief in themselves I expect that call.

“Is this Catherine Forsayeth? Creator of that amazing art…those ascerbic clever technically excellent cartoons?”


“We’d like to offer you a contract starting retrospectively to everything you’ve ever done including the rude drawings of 1964 at the back of Sr Philomena’s class. We’ll send our people over for you to look over the contract. No rush, the million dollars is yours just for answering the phone.”


But why shouldn’t it work that way? Abraham Hicks says it will when my vibrations are resonating at the right frequency! Well they are. I checked. The dog died from ear cancer and there are no birds around. That says everything.

Gimme my contract.