Now in the dark of February rains, Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born, The earthy fields are full of hidden corn, And March’s violets bud along the lanes;
Therefore with joy believe in what remains. And thou who dost not feel them, do not scorn Our early songs for winter overworn, And faith in God’s handwriting on the plains.
‘Hope’ writes he, ‘Love’ in the first violet, ‘Joy,’ even from Heaven, in songs and winds and trees; And having caught the happy words in these While Nature labours with the letters yet, Spring cannot cheat us, though her hopes be broken, Nor leave us, for we know what God hath spoken.
Kirkstall Abbey’s 2019 art trail was a success! I was situated in a little pub, a 10 minute walk away from the historic Abbey, and I shared a corner with a very talented illustrator called Sophie (from Cat and Pencil). The weather was warm, the drinks were poured, and inspiration was passed around like it’ll never run out. A massive thank you to everyone who came along and took interest in what I do… You’re a part of my big surrealist dream now. Don’t worry, it’s nice and there’s loads of room.