“But the wind does not stop for my thoughts. It whips across the flooded gravel pits drumming up waves on their waters that glint hard and metallic in the night, over the shingle, rustling the dead gorse and skeletal bugloss,… — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
One of the joys our technological civilization has lost is the excitement with which seasonal flowers and fruits were welcomed; the first daffodil, strawberry… — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
These names: gay, queer, homosexual are limiting. I would love to finish with them. We're going to have to decide which terms to use… — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
“The Gautama Buddha instructs me to walk away from illness. But he wasn't attached to a drip.” — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
Indian yellow, banned. Cows were poisoned with mango leaves and the colour was made from their urine. It is the bright yellow in Indian… — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
If Gucci handbags were still in fashion Greenaway would carry his scripts in them. — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
I wouldn't wish the eighties on anyone, it was the time when all that was rotten bubbled to the surface. If you were not… — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
I wouldn't wish the eighties on anyone, it was the time when all that was rotten bubbled to the surface. If you were not… — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
The preserve of ambition and folly in pursuit of illusion, or delusion. — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
Red protects itself. No colour is as territorial. It stakes a claim, is on the alert against the spectrum. — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
