New paintings and regular art updates.
The band of sketchers prompt splatter is what this drawing is based on…
I decided to try and draw a splattery Artrage app drawing of mixed sprays of blossom. Using all the tools that can create doys and smudges, with a metallic background. I had fun..
Puddy tat
Sleepy cat
What do you dream of?
Sugar mice
Things that are nice
Salmon and spice
He settled down
To rest and dream
Settled and calm.
Sleeping like a charm.
Dear kitty doesn’t often play
But today he did.
Leaping, prancing, dancing
Chancing a paw
Biting the green felt
He’s happily chasing
The toy flying, whirling
Exciting
Happy cat…
I’ve decided to do more to this, I didn’t like the green on it and have tried to make it a bit more like graffiti. I want to tidy up around the edges.. I’m also working on a cat watching goldfish. I did a painting of that idea years ago and the new cat picture has a similar theme… At least I’ve got into painting again..
Random memories
Random memories get at me… things only he used to do.. Why is the drill on top of the cupboard out of my reach? Did he know the answer to that university challenge question? I don’t recognise the different types of steam trains and can’t ask.. Long gone memories surface. What was his opinion about the latest political issues? 43 years then gone.. Lost, only in my memory…
He is still in my minds eye, a little corner of my brain grips tight and holds on.. He won’t go without a fight, and I don’t want to argue with him.
He would have been annoyed today, the pump sprang a leak in the airing cupboard and when I came downstairs there was half an inch of water on the floor…. Now I’ve got just one cold water tap and the kettle… But he would have sorted it out….
I miss him…
I’m still recovering from yesterday. My cat was due to be operated on so I took him to the vets at 8am. I barely slept the night before.
After leaving him I then went to the art group I go to so that I could take my mind off things. I’d also arranged to get a new battery for my phone, so my friend gave me a lift after art group.
So off we went, but the shop needed to keep my phone so I came home without it after asking the shop worker to bring it to my house after 5pm. He agreed because he lived nearby.
Then to the vets, I had to walk over as I didn’t have my phone!? But the cat (who hadn’t had his operation because they had 5 emergency operations in through the day) was not ready to be collected, so I walked home slowly to wait for my phone. By then I was exhausted. The phone duly arrived, and I rang the vets who confirmed the cat was ready. I then walked there and back, very slowly with stops… He was so pleased to be home…
Then later on I had to go and chair a meeting about a drama a group I am in…
I’m consequently so tired…
Making fire with spirals, snaking up onto the sky. Green and orange for definition. Locking up in circles and curves of acrylic on canvas, part of a work in progress.
I decided to create abstraction that could be flames or fronds. Happy to play with paint.
My phone battery died, it will only work if its plugged into the wall. I’m finding it hard to stand up and type. I will try and get a plug in battery. My phone is old and might not be possible to transfer all my data.
I went to a mobile phone shop yesterday but they couldn’t or wouldn’t do it because my phone is old and they “don’t recognise it’s operating system” in other words too much trouble. Basically they said buy a new phone and reinstall apps.
What about my emails, my thousands of photos, my documents, the websites I am on. My list of phone numbers and email addresses….
Help!
Blew the fence over
Pots strewn everwhere
Neighbour not bothered
I hope he fixes it
In the meantime
I have no de-fence…
A few days ago it would have been my hubby’s birthday. He is not here anymore and I felt too sad to blog here. Also my phone is playing up so I might struggle to post till I get a new battery, which means finding somewhere to do that. I don’t want a replacement for my phone (or hubby). I prefer to get things fixed if I can.
My hubby was not fixable, I can’t tell you how much I wish things had been different. I still feel lost without him. I think grief is not controllable, you have to go with its ways, sometimes succumbing to the pain…. Despite wanting to make it go away. I just want to remember him always, even if I do feel blue….
Mallaband-Brown