A selection of poems by Tim Stead.
Tim wrote all his life. He wrote every night: his thoughts on art, trees, the workshop development, the world, and scores of letters that were never sent. His handwriting was almost illegible and he never showed what he wrote. This changed when he started to use a computer. Once his text came off the printer, he distanced himself from his own words and allowed people to read them.
All the poems in this book date from 1998 to 1999, except for TRANSFUSION, which he wrote by hand in his notebook on the 33rd day of his hospitalisation.
This publication also contains digital photographs that Tim took of his last series of sculptures.
A selection of poems by Tim Stead.
Tim wrote all his life. He wrote every night: his thoughts on art, trees, the workshop development, the world, and scores of letters that were never sent. His handwriting was almost illegible and he never showed what he wrote. This changed when he started to use a computer. Once his text came off the printer, he distanced himself from his own words and allowed people to read them.
All the poems in this book date from 1998 to 1999, except for TRANSFUSION, which he wrote by hand in his notebook on the 33rd day of his hospitalisation.
This publication also contains digital photographs that Tim took of his last series of sculptures.
