Stuart Miller-Osborne

What are you reading Anna It is a book about Caravaggio Do you like his work or does the man fascinate you Both He was a complex artist and man and I believe he once killed someone Rather like Outlaw Outlaw has never killed anyone I agree but he tells me that he kills people…

there is a sickness in the world today a quiet sickness but a sickness nonetheless yesterday I dreamt of gate posts during a delirium some were ivy covered some were plain yet all were disused and quite sad this I thought to be the tragedy of life or at least the tragedy of my immediate…

My mother was born on St George’s Day April the 23rd 1924 She was born into a middle class family Which was facing reduced circumstances Due to economic crisis of the times   She was a talented artist and instead of university Found herself studying at a prodigious art school It was here that she…

Woman Masturbating  I have a print on my wall It is called Woman Masturbating By the Austrian artist Egon Schiele It was given to me when I left the church And gathers a great deal of attention When I have guests around for Sunday Tea This puts me at a simple advantage As they ignore…

I have spent some hours at an upper window Searching for the moon in the night sky But I have not witnessed its silver journey The sky is clear and many stars are visible Yet I cannot see the moon in her rich theatre  

For the last few years I have been suffering from a green disease Which in short means that I turn green unless I take a daily bath To this end I have employed Nurse Hill to bathe me each day As I am unable to do so myself due to the restrictions of this trivial…

I have just three things to teach  Simplicity patience and compassion  These three are your greatest treasures   Over to you Bill   You understand simplicity well And appreciate its well being   But you are not a patient man You expect rapid results   You are compassionate by nature But do not expect it…

When one is unwell a hot water bottle Is considered to be your only friend I do not dispute this fact But do believe that garages Have an important role to play In one’s full and speedy recovery       Outlaw

There is a rough standing contractors road Which branches off from the coastal path It is about one hundred a fifty yards in length And fades into the shingle beach and then the sea I quite often wander along it with my eyes closed A canvas under my arm and mixed paints in my bag…

An Irish poet once said this I considered his words when looking At an early flower blush pink What worlds do you see That are vacant to my eye I cannot even guess at them As my thoughts remain closed         WBY