Gargoyle

He sits and thinks, that old gargoyle, homunculus, pottery sculpture. The hidden being in the garden, or up on the roof or gable. A cheeky little figure, used to add interest or even to channel rain from overflowing gutters.

Ancient symbol of fear or fun. Some are spooky others more playful. A curiosity on ancient churches.

I love the author Terry Pratchett and his playful descriptions of living gargoyles, their mouths unable to move properly so they speak like they have something getting in the way. They struggle to speak clearly. I’ve tried to find a quote to explain Pratchetts reasoning…

From wiki lspace.org:

“Consider them moving masonry with a personality. To some, gargoyles are considered “urban trolls”, because they are stone-based. Gargoyles may be very distantly related to trolls, if they are related at all. Trolls are large humanoid rocks with valuable minerals for blood vessels and neural networks. Gargoyles live well in Ankh-Morpork which is steamy and baking in summer, so their nervous system is very likely different from that of trolls (for an explanation, see trolls). Gargoyles have various, slightly monstrous shapes (just like the gargoyles you might see on really old-styled buildings), many with wings and claws, and all with a mouth that is shaped like a pipe that cannot be closed. Due to this pipe-shaped mouth, gargoyles have difficulties pronouncing consonants, and it takes some mental translation to understand their speech (see Men at Arms). Gargoyles are extremely good at sitting still for a long time and watching the goings-on, therefore excellent job candidates for stakeout Watchman or semaphore watcher (watching the signals on another semaphore tower and relaying it).”

Copper workshop

Just painted a volcano, possibly Fuji, I did this today, at a painting on copper workshop. The copper sheet is glued to a foam board backing. I used metallic acrylics. But the paint broke up into cells on the surface This allowed the copper to show through. It was hard to get it to spread but it made for an interesting textured effect. I used paintbrushes, rollers and palette knives. When you try and take a photo you can see lots of reflections. I’m quite pleased with the outcome.

Spidery

Imagine meeting this on a dark night. It was bought up to our writing group for last year’s Halloween. Did we write creepy stories? Not really, more ghostly ones.

It’s interesting as a group to have prompts, you don’t know the random ideas that get thrown around. We all have very different styles and so we come up with stories that have contrasting ideas. Life has given us all different experiences, and it’s great to grab from those playbooks.

By the way, the spider got put away for next year,

Have you read books by John Wyndham?

I asked this on Threads and mentioned my favourites. The Chrysalids, the Day of the Triffids  the Midwich Cuckoos, Chocky,  The Trouble with Lichen and the Kraken Wakes were the ones I read.

I know he wrote other short stories, and some of the main novels were turned into films, but they never quite came up to the standards of the original books. Some of them were turned into TV series too.

Reading Wyndham got me into science fiction and I found I loved others too, like Issac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke, Anne McCaffrey, and Ursula K LeGuin.

Wyndhams style could be chilling, he sets up situations that can trap people and his descriptions are sometimes very macabre. I had the pleasure of reading them in the 1970s, once I’d read one I had to read more.

She purrs

Lose one cat and another one gets more friendly, wants more attention. The trouble is this one comes and sleeps on my thighs or on my bladder in the morning! It’s very difficult as I wake up…. It makes for uncomfortable feelings. Cramp and aches and well… Desperation!

But I’m so glad to have her here, she and her brother are still here to have them. My memories of all of them are a great comfort.

Paw print

When I got up this morning there was a letter on the mat. I opened it and it was a sympathy card from the vets who had treated my poorly cat a couple of weeks ago, and eventually had to put him to sleep.

It was so kind, they said they could see we had a close bond and that I cared very much for my cat. I am so sad but proud that they felt this and had taken the time to write to me. I will treasure his pawprint forever.

Award winner is..

Yes, many years ago, in the 80s, I won an award for something I designed. It was a recruitment poster. I don’t think anything was done about actually using it. It’s probably stuck on top of an old cupboard somewhere? But for a short while I had the frisson of winning something.

I don’t think my name was even engraved on the shield, I think the place I was studying didn’t think a poster was serious enough. Not proper research, which is why I’m not going into detail. But for a while it was firmly on my CV.