New paintings and regular art updates.
Of all the seasons I remember autumn’s the most. Walking in the ark as a child, kicking my legs through piles of dry leaves, or slashing in puddles of water with soggy leaves sticking to my wellies. Looking at faces in gnarled trees, seeing if I could see Halloween witches. Sitting under the remaining few leaves of a weeping willow. Wondering when it would be clothed again. Time then was slow. Six months took a year….
Soon will come the new Moon,
running over the sky,
hurtling through space,
so slow but so fast,
arc of light,
thirteen moons and
thirteen months in a year.
Cold and numb I stand and view you. Shocked by your light,
reflected glory.
You are time,
you are a clock,
your face turned to us
but constantly changing.
If one could visit you,
like in the past,
would we see times spell,
it’s awesome power.
Our sad world.
What emotions or feelings do you think are shown in this portrait? Anger, sadness, upset? Concentration or thought?
Sometimes it’s hard to tell. I know I drew this a couple of years ago and the sitter was, I think, either listening to the radio or watching TV. I think the look is concentration. Some peoples can sag when they are in repose. I know it takes more muscles to frown than to smile, but sometimes a face takes on a characteristic look, a shape it settles into. That’s this look…
I’ve upgraded my Instagram account to try and understand the traffic there. I have been putting off doing it for a few years but as I’m trying to do more art and illustration I guess it’s necessary. I think having more insights will help me choose what to post and when. But like here I’m a bit of a scattergun. Anything I’m interested in gets written down and as I have eclectic tasted I have I like sharing those ideas here. What do you think?
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Old man’s bike
Has to have pockets,
Man’s old bike
Could be a plant.
Old man’s bike
Oiled and old rusted spokes
Man’s old bike
Malborough County.
Old man’s bike
Elderly wheels
Man’s old bike
With new tyres added.
Old man’s bike
Cycled up the hill.
Old man’s bike…..
He cycled down
Fell off
Landed flat on his back
Arms and legs flailing!
But old man’s bike
Was undamaged!
Today’s #bandofsketchers sketch prompted by ‘together’. This is a collection of stuff together on the chair arm. It is a was hard to decide what to draw, the prompt makes me think of groups of people, family, friends. Clearly I can’t do that. Also cats, if they were together, but our cats scatter to the four winds, unless they are play chasing each other. So I gathered a few things on the chair arm and this was the result.
Really interesting blog from Sue Vincent. This Whitchurch is in Hampshire. We have one nearby in Shropshire, apparently there are several in the UK. It might be they are based on the name White Church?
It was a lovely day. We needed to get out and about… get some exercise in the fresh air and sunshine. And yet, there we were in lockdown again. My own village offers few unexplored possibilities, so, instead of moping around indoors, we decided to drive five miles and a couple of hamlets over to the village of Whitchurch for a wander.
It is often the way that the things on our doorstep are the easiest to ignore. We are always ‘going to’ investigate and seldom do. I have known about the sites at Whitchurch for over twenty years, but aside from visiting the church as we researched the area for our books, I have not taken the time to explore the village. A quiet Sunday, with few people about, seemed the perfect opportunity.
I have already written about the wartime connections of the village… of the young artist…
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I ccan’t remember if I’ve already blogged about this. It’s based on the flowers in our garden a few years ago. I took some photos and put the images together to create this. I’ve had a few problems posting this morning, so sorry the text has appeared after I posted the photo…
He came in, asked for a love, sniffed our boy cat. Thought about getting on my lap. Then he walked over to the settee, kicked a toy mouse for about thirty seconds (holding it with his forepaws, kicking with his back legs), then his eyes closed and he gel fast asleep!
Meanwhile my boy cat watched proceedings but remained inside a cardboard box we’ve given him to curl up in. The girl cat is lying over the radiator on her cat tree.. What happens next?
They are wilting…
Every day they are declining, wilting, leaves and flowers crumpling. We still haven’t had a frost but we have had cold rain.
Once they are gone we won’t have flowers till April or May. A few plants might be able to overwinter. I’m still thinking of getting some winter flowering pansies and a few cyclamen.
The main decline is amongst the plants are the begonias, their soft stems hold lots of water but I think their cells are only thinly walled and they split in the cold weather. Fushias are stronger, their woody stems hold out against the cold….
And then I’ve got baby raspberries… Weird!
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