In memory

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.

Almost done

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.

Hanging baskets

Summer arrivals

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!

Burglar

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?

Commemorate

Slightly exaggerated cat.

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.

My last cat

Maybe I’m too old for them?

Have I used all my 9 lives?

I’ve cared for more than 9 cats in my life.

Lost them all over the years?

To finally end with one?

I want more

More companions

More company

Something to talk to

Something that has the ability to love back.

This lady is loving

But also aloof

Does her own thing

Plays, pounces, zooms….

Choir sketch

I was at the village hall finding out about what groups were doing there (woodcarving, yoga, slimming world, writers group, theatre, and more) when a flash mob of choir members came in singing the Spice girls song “if you want to be my lover” in a really choral way. All their voices were beautifully integrated. They were called ” In Harmony” and really were.

As they sang I sketched them, I did a biro drawing in my notebook. I could only draw their backs because of where I was sitting. I showed them the drawing  and they were very pleased. I’m so glad I have this talent.

The return of Halleys comet…

What’s something you’d love to see in the future, but know you probably won’t live to witness?

Due to return to the inner solar system in 2061 only 35 years from now, after all I was here when it came through last time.

I feel like the terminator, inching towards a target, but feeling bits dropping off as I move. Will I get there? That is the question!