This is from a poem by Breyten Breytenbach. It is Afrikaans for "But love, love is sweeter than figs".
I had some Dada fun and wrote a poem. Well, not quite Dada, but anyway. In my obsession with recycling I took a leftover page (from the bad, trashy thriller which gave me the Paper Vase, the Words Hanger, the Hearts and Birds mobiles), cut out about 50 words, and then shuffled some of them around to make a poem. It is a serious, deep and dark poem. (And I wasn't even depressed when I made it ...)
This page has bits and pieces from a birthday I celebrated quite a few years ago.
Remember those lappies I bought (which Denise of Freshly Found identified as anti-macassars)? I based these pages on the lappies design.
After a walk on the beach I was inspired to do these.
And I jazzed this (previously posted) one up a bit more.