New paintings and regular art updates.
I’m painting, mind freed, ping, I can’t stop! It’s always like this, winter stops me, a bit of light and I’m painting again. I think the beechband and is helping, I feel like I can enjoy this process. The Parkinsons is still plaguing me, but if I concentrate I can paint!
It wasn’t to be. Yesterday I thought I’d been lucky, a friend had been called her entry for the open exhibition was not successful. I waited all day, no call, no email. Could it be?
Discussed with another artist, you’re a cert she said. No problem.
About 10 am, the call came, I waited a second to decide whether I was assuming yes or no? Joy or gloom?
Sorry, you were not successful this time. A pleasant woman’s voice.. Gloom, then a realisation. I had managed to do something that I hadn’t done for a while. I’d painted a piece of art.. I don’t care about the judges. I LIKE it!
Most postboxes (pillar boxes) in the UK are red cylinders and some even have GR on them which stands for George Regina. These were made in the reign of George VI. Some are marked ER, the reign of Queen Elizabeth II.
Postboxes are made of cast iron. They are traditionally painted red, but recently have been painted gold in towns where sports people won gold medals at recent Olympics. I like this box that had been put into a stone wall.
Another thing that happens is the cylinder ones are being yarnbombed. Where people knit or crochet covers for the top of the box, including characters and buildings etc. These are very funny to see. There’s a page on Facebook about it.
If I see a Nova
Will it burst in fire?
A pinprick of light
Blossoming like a Daisy?
Rare sighting
May light our sky
Adding an extra bright star
That will glow
Then fade
Shaded by dust and debris.
Perhaps we could see a Supernova.
More explosive
Dangerous
It’s impact unknown.
Esther Chiltons weekly prompt for a limerick was the word ride. Many different ideas came to mind. Fairground rides, riding in a train. Car rides. Riding a bicycle or motorcycle.
I tried to come up with something a bit unusual..and funny…
I decided to ring “local ride”
And waited by the road side
Till a horse came along
Which was absolutely wrong!
A jockey? I’m not! Better hide!
I decided to try and improve this painting because it was too reflective and the metallic copper sheet it was painted on was showing through too much. I seem to have worked reasonably well but it took effort to get the acrylic paint to stick onto the surface, but that was the problem on the original picture. Acrylic on a metallic surface.
I found out there is a local open exhibition and paintings have to be in this Friday or Saturday. I went mad and painted this colourful acrylic on canvas using metallic paints. I don’t care if I don’t get if in. At least I’ve had a go. X
From 7 years ago. Acrylic on canvas. This was based on a photo taken by NASAs Juno probe of the South pole of Jupiter showing massive blue storms. I’d forgotten about it. This was when I still had an art studio, and my hubby was alive. Good memories, I hope people remember my art when I gone.
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
I was once with a friend in a hall while she was practicing piano pieces. I asked if I could join in and sing a song or two. At that time I had never sung in public and was very tentative about trying. I had a loud voice but not trained.
After I’d stopped singing a man came into the room and complimented my friend for “her” singing. She kindly explained it was me. I felt quite proud that my voice had been noticed, although a bit miffed because the man clearly didn’t think I looked like a singer.
Since then I’ve had lessons and been in choirs for several years. That compliment really got me into singing. X
We don’t really celibate the feast of St Patrick in the UK. Yes we sang Cockles and Mussels yesterday at choir, but we don’t wear shamrocks or green top hats. Yes some towns have a large Irish population, and will enjoy the festival, but we are eclectic here and celebrate other religious days too, including Celtic ones like Beltain. Often people gather at Stonehenge to celebrate the Solstice. The world is full of joyful days to be treasured if you look hard enough. X
Mallaband-Brown