Sad loss

1543886215149544461538286635763

I have just learnt of the sad loss of one of the nicest people I ever met.

Enos Lovatt was born in 1937 and died yesterday of pneumonia after being diagnosed with alzheimers disease a few years ago.

He was a contemporary of and studied painting in the same group as David Hockney.

I wish I knew more about him. He was a lovely person and I had the luck to have him as one of my tutors at the North Staffs polytechnic. I think he was on the interview panel that offered me a place on the Fine Art course there.

Enos was then living in Wolstanton and on one occasion I had the privilege of visiting his house with other students. The house was full of wonderful, colourful paintings. I remember some of them being stacked up the stairs.

I lost track of him after finishing college but he continued to paint and I went to see an exhibition of his painting a few years ago at Burslem School of Art. It was there that I heard he had been diagnosed with Alzheimers disease. I know he then moved away to be closer to his family.

I regret not talking to him more. He, like another of my tutors,  Arthur Berry, was an inspiring teacher. I am sad to hear that he has passed away.

The painting in the photo is one of his still lives. I’m glad I have it as a memory of him.

Compassion

IMG_20181202_225825_018

The days are darker and colder now. The leaves have fallen off the trees and the homeless lie shivering on pavements in the city.

I met a homeless man a few weeks ago. He cannot find a home because he owed rent arrears, he cannot see a GP because he does not have an address. He cannot get free health care and has to buy medicine, while being homeless.

I spoke to him and he had a broken ankle, he needed care. Since then he has been to hospital where his leg, now ulcerated, was being dressed with bandages.

Now it’s a few weeks later and I saw him again asking for spare change. I gave him some and asked him how his leg was. He loosened the bandages and I could smell it. The skin is grey and black and he pulled a bit of it off. He needed money to buy dressings and also to get a bed for the night and to see an emergency nurse.

I gave him enough money to do this. I cannot ignore it. He could lose his leg, he could get gangrene or septicemia.

He has problems, I see that, he may be an addict or have a drink problem. But how can I walk by?

How can this world lack compassion? How can we put people in a position where they cannot access health care, cannot sleep in a bed, cannot have dignity? And there are so many more  elderly, sick, people with mental health problems, refugees, the destitute, the outcasts of society in my country and across the world.

When did we decide not to be compassionate? To take money from the poorest to give to the richest?

There is a statistic… 80 men own as much wealth as half of the world’s population… That’s 80 to 3,500,000,000….

Is that fair?

Have compassion, don’t walk on the other side of the street. There but for the grace of god go I.

Blue show

Blue has been chosen as a theme for an exhibition at Spode in the new year. The plans are only just in the pipeline. But the theme means that artists will only be using a true blue, no turquoise or violet.

Other colours allowed are white, grey and black.

I have plans, I have an image in mind. Possibly two, and in totally different directions. I’m also thinking of going large.

I think it will be fun and challenging. Once I find out more I will post more information.

Peeved

DSC_0492

This was my stall at our makers market today. Lots of little pictures and glass necklaces for sale plus cards and prints.

I had a lovely time until I came to put everything back in their boxes… 3 tiny paintings were missing.

I’m peeved but I have to accept I can’t watch the stall all the time. But at least someone will get pleasure out of them so I don’t feel upset, just peeved.!

The tiger who hid

_20181201_231513

This is a half painted picture which I thought could be turned into a story.

The Tiger who hid is based on the green man myth, but instead of a human face I started to paint a cat, but with leaves hiding part of its face. I also thought of the tiger in the jungle painting by Henri Rousseau? (not sure if that’s the correct name).

I imagine the tiger protecting itself not only by the camouflage of its stripes. But also by using leaves and branches to hide. So that it becomes indistinguishable from the background. I can see the idea in my mind, the book would be full of illustrations. The Tiger would be kind and would persuade people in the end that its family should live. I don’t know if this makes sense. But it might be fun to try and put together.

Rainbow

IMG_20181130_145544_797.jpg

Where is my pot of gold?

My lottery win.

When does my luck strike,

Tickets worth a million?

No chance.

But I will chase the dream

Gamble with my life

End the day so low,

No more shining light.

Colours glitter in the sky,

Shimmer in the night,

Then my life is thrown away,

Gold dissolved by rain.

OK that’s not very cheerful but I tried. I guess I should be talking about the colours but the lottery winning numbers were on TV… .

Nebula

_20181129_235828

The astronomy bug has truly bit, and painting pictures like this get my mind working. As I paint I feel happy and enthralled  It is like a drug to me. I get my fix out of painting. I can’t describe how I feel. Is it that thing called “flow”? The world goes on and I lose track of time.

Something pushes me to try harder to create or copy an image. The challenge of seeing it and trying to relay it on the canvas or computer. Some people can create photorealism. I’m not that good.. But I try.

Tabby

Just to show what I can do when I’m trying to paint realistically. This took about 4 hours. I saw a photo of it on an envelope. I’m taking it to the two craft fairs so I can try and get a commission or two.

Size about 6 inches square.

I’m going to charge a reasonable price. I usually undercharge but I will never get anywhere if I don’t try and ask for a decent amount ( not hundreds). I’m trying to make a small living at this so I have to be fair and friendly. But I cannot keep giving things away which I have done in the past …

Life……