Frances BruceOutside this window #69“That magpie’s not happy about something,” B called from his studio as I arrived back in the bedroom carrying three heavy reference books…Dec 12, 2016Dec 12, 2016
Frances BruceOutside this window #68A sliver of blood slid down my little finger. I knew it. The jaws of the lid lay on the kitchen counter, its jagged edge leering up at me…Dec 11, 2016Dec 11, 2016
Frances BruceOutside this window #67A turgid dishwater sky masks today’s intent. No matter. Two characters emerged with casual efficiency as I doodled over coffee. The world…Dec 8, 2016Dec 8, 2016
Frances BruceOutside this window #66A man is screaming. His raw writhing bellows reach beyond crisp navy blue pannelled curtains dividing each A&E bed. The world bustles…Dec 7, 2016Dec 7, 2016
Frances BruceOutside this window #65The Friday traffic sounds like Muizenberg early on a perfect sunny morning. If I reached the beach by 8am I had nearly a whole hour of lazy…Nov 25, 2016Nov 25, 2016
Frances BruceOutside this window #64Water is trickling somewhere, running away from concrete and urban chatter. City sounds dominate the landscape. Hammering onto steel. Yowls…Nov 23, 2016Nov 23, 2016
Frances BruceOutside this window #63It’s trying to sleet. Swirling spits of rain thicken to form tiny flecks of ice hurtling towards car roofs and pavement. The wind moans…Nov 22, 2016Nov 22, 2016
Frances BruceOutside this window #62Lush fat drops freefall, spiralling through darkness and ricochetting off the drainpipes and bricks climbing the narrow gaps between…Nov 21, 2016Nov 21, 2016