
Finally completed our Orme art summer challenge. Choose a section of a Renoir and Degas painting and copy it in paint or another medium. The top images are my felt pen attempts today.
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Finally completed our Orme art summer challenge. Choose a section of a Renoir and Degas painting and copy it in paint or another medium. The top images are my felt pen attempts today.
How much would you pay to go to the moon?
If money was no object, and the trip was totally safe? I would start saving now, and after 100 years I might have enough money to get to the moon, but not get back.
I would have liked to go when I was younger, but perhaps the 1/6th gravity compared with Earth would make it safer as I get older, if I fall I would be less likely to break my bones.
But if I had enough money I would want to come home. The bleak moonscape, lack of colour, vaccum of space and harsh radiation on the surface would be too much of a risk. I would feel safer if they created a moonbase or converted sub lunar caves into habitable refuges.
I would stand on the moons surface and stare at the blue and white pebble in the starry sky, and dream of home, the greenery I was missing, and feel deeply homesick.


This came up on Facebook memories and I thought it was so close to how I’m feeling now. Jangling nerves, my heartbeat spikey, thoughts all over the place moving at a million miles a second. Suspicious of everyone. Anxiety and tiredness mixed into a morass of stress. It’s been a bad few days and I don’t know if it’s going to get better. Fingers crossed.
Artrage oils digital drawing.

Another #bandofsketchers catch up. Prompt was vehicle. Digital drawing, in Artrage app. I’m up late because someone was in the garden. We rang the police and they are trying to catch them. Can’t sleep so drew a green car.

I was just trying to get to sleep on the settee downstairs when I heard two male voices talking as they came past our door, a pause, and then another call/response a bit further down. I was suspicious so I turned on the main kitchen and living room light. Then I saw a blurry face rush past the window. I shouted hubby and grabbed the phone. I rang the police, but had to stop my hubby going outside to confront whoever was there. I shouted i was ringing the police. They arrived about five minutes later with a large dog. They didn’t find anyone but said the dog had got a scent so they went off in pursuit! I’m shaking, hubby took a look outside, seems they were disturbed before they could do anything. I hope!
I eant them caught now, this is enough. It’s turning into a nightmare and I’ve had enough worries without this.
What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?

I’m not a banker, politician, doctor, vet. I’ve done jobs that have lasted weeks, months or years, but none I would call a career. This is the Internet, so I’m not going into details. Why should I tell all and sundry? I did think of taking up a career, but it didnt work out (I failed the interview) I might be rich or at least well off. I didnt follow that path, so in ended up with a series of jobs.
But through it all I’ve been creative, I make art, it might not be the best, but I love painting and drawing, taking photos, making pottery, experimenting. Who needs a career if you have the freedom to be yourself?
Whatever you do, be open to chances, take care, I wish you luck
Hardware was the prompt. One of the circular padlocks I got for our sheds after they got broken into. Felt pen and ink pen. #bandofsketchers.


Under his foot, my cat washing his back paw. I’ve been meaning to catch up with my sketching so this is a start…for #bandofsketchers prompt under your foot from a few weeks ago. Black ink and felt pens.

This weekend at Etruria Industrial museum, steaming the Princess engine. Pleased they’ve used my painting of it to publicise the event. (28 and 29 Oct 2023). I think the opening times are on their Facebook page.
The industrial museum includes Jessie Shirley’s bone and flint mill. The Princess engine is a beam engine that ran the belts to grind the flint in large floor pans in the adjoining building. It’s steam powered and runs by using a beam to rock up and down like a seesaw. This uses steam to push a valve down and then the vacuum created pulls it up again. I’m not an engineer, but you could come and see it running.
Etruria Industrial museum
Kilndown Close
Etruria, Stoke on Trent
Staffordshire.
(on the Trent and Mersey canal).

I’m sad to hear of yet another mass shooting in America. I won’t say where, because every few weeks or days there are new reports of them. To pin it down to one murderous incident would emphasise it and possibly diminish previous ones.
Clearly thoughts and prayers doesn’t help. Each time something happens these trite words are uttered. As if a sticking plaster could stop a flooding river.
Guns, particularly assault rifles, are weapons of war. They destroy blood, flesh and bone. Bodies are ripped apart or badly injured. They are meant to stop an enemy, not kill a father, mother or child. Innocent people die, are buried or cremated, and often forgotten in the wake of the next mass shooting.
In the UK we have gun laws, there are very few shootings, so much so it makes the headlines for days if a shooting happens. Yes we have them, and stabbings, but you don’t get mass stabbings here either.
In March 1996, in Dunblane in Scotland, there was a mass shooting of children at a primary school there. Following the shooting the Cullen Report looked into gun ownership. Parliament bought in gun control and most guns were taken out of circulation. There have been no mass shootings since then. That’s 27 years. Yes there have been shootings with shotguns and rifles, but not like the madness in the USA.
The American constitution talks about an armed militia, the right to bare arms. Use that to change the law there. Make the guns the population can use muzzle loading flintlocks, the same as we’re used when the constitution was written.
Thoughts and prayers for sensible gun control!