New paintings and regular art updates.
Got nothing to paint on? One summer I had no canvases because I was on summer break from the polytechnic. So I did a portrait of our cat on the wooden base of a broken mirror. I decided to go surreal and add goldfish, as if she was looking through a glass fishtank. Added painted gravel to the bottom of it. I had fun. This was when I was still using oil paints which soaked in nicely to the wood.
Morning sun catching my work in progress, but not much done during the last few days, it’s been too hot and humid. Just came down for a decaff coffee, not getting much sleep and my legs keep twinging.
You lie flat,
Relaxed
Trying to stay cool
Purring out of sleep
Into a hot day
More sleep heals
Till you come down for breakfast.
My mother died on midsummer day several years ago, I was there when she passed away…. I feel very sad today, all my recent losses have really got me down. I wish I could turn the clock back. I wish there was a way to speak to her, to ask her opinions, although we often disagreed, we had interesting discussions rather than full blown arguments. I painted this portrait before she died.
She was a strong and independent woman, she had to look after us when my Dad died. There are many sad memories about that part of my life too. But I think I’ve said enough.
Over the years, when I had money, I would treat you to paint and brushes and canvases. The joy of buying a new colour or a metallic tint.
Now I’m retired I still have enough to keep going. I just hope I can maintain my manual dexterity. Parkinsons is a beast.
Painting rough sea is hard. Especially as I don’t have a good reference image to work from. The headland, beach and castle need sorting out. The ground is grassy but again the photo I’m using is not very clear. I’ll take a final picture when I’m done. Taking longer than I used to because of my Parkinsons disease. Acrylic on canvas.
Just like that my heads banging
No warning
Thudding
Long time since I had one.
Tired neck
Aching eyes
Need sleep
Need food
Symptoms of fatigue
Let me know when
I can sleep
Deep
And painless and quiet.
My hanging baskets arrived today and were carefully hung by my sister. She had transported them from a country nursery squashed in the back of her car.
They are all very well grown and cost a bit more than I intended. But they certainly make me smile. Now I’ve got to work out how to water them without falling over or soaking myself, wish me luck!
Red haired, wearing a striped coat. Creeps in when I’m not looking, steals food and plays with my fur babies toys.
Very vocal when challenged, shouts and screams, but calms down when spoken to quietly. Believed to be a local resident but I don’t know their address and no identification produced when challenged.
May be trying to be a squatter?
I’ve got the proportions wrong, but it was hard to see through my tears as I painted him. Symbol of deep and lasting friendship. I know he won’t be back. One last sleep, nested somewhere in the garden. His heart strings jerked out of tune and failing. No medication for days, no chance of surviving. My greif is astounding.
Mallaband-Brown