New paintings and regular art updates.
Over the years, when I had money, I would treat you to paint and brushes and canvases. The joy of buying a new colour or a metallic tint.
Now I’m retired I still have enough to keep going. I just hope I can maintain my manual dexterity. Parkinsons is a beast.
Painting rough sea is hard. Especially as I don’t have a good reference image to work from. The headland, beach and castle need sorting out. The ground is grassy but again the photo I’m using is not very clear. I’ll take a final picture when I’m done. Taking longer than I used to because of my Parkinsons disease. Acrylic on canvas.
I’ve got the proportions wrong, but it was hard to see through my tears as I painted him. Symbol of deep and lasting friendship. I know he won’t be back. One last sleep, nested somewhere in the garden. His heart strings jerked out of tune and failing. No medication for days, no chance of surviving. My greif is astounding.
The tides coming in.
White horses canter
Over the waves
Will be finished
On the rip tide…
Close up of a rough sea I’m painting for a friend. The only time my Parkinsons shake reduces is when I concentrate on painting. It’s not as neat as I would like it to be but I get into “flow” and my movements mysteriously improve. I really should learn more about it but most of the time I’m exhausted.
Painting like this is a way of relearning old skills that I thought I’d forgotten. Onwards and upwards….
I’m trying to paint, and do other things, but I volunteered for something and although I get nervous I can do online things and send emails. But I think I have taken on too much, and although I don’t regret it I am finding it hard to keep up.
Part of that is not being here every day. I’ve missed some prompts that I normally enjoy here. And for the next month I think it will get worse. Typing is an issue. I shake so it takes longer to compose things, so my posts are getting shorter.
Anyway it’s almost 2am so goodnight and sweet dreams.
Acrylic on canvas.
Painting is difficult with Parkinsons shakes. Details blur as the canvas waves (I was holding it), or my paintbrush won’t go in a straight line. It’s like being on a rattling train, or boat surging in a stormy sea.
I keep telling people I’m in permanent earthquake mode!
Don’t think I’ll get in the exhibition but I will keep trying.
The closing date for entries for a local open exhibition is the 25th of May. I’m wondering if it’s even worth trying but you’ve got to have a go haven’t you?
I’ll see what I can do to improve this WIP. Working title, Catfish. Acrylic on canvas. X
30 year old self portrait with cat. I’ve not been well lately. So I haven’t posted here as much lately. I’m tired and aching, sleeping a lot and basically fed up. My arms, hands and feet ache, my knees ache in bed. I wish I had the energy of the young woman I was. I’m ageing and it annoys me!
It cheers me up to see it. It’s in the living room with me. X
I’ve decided to do more to this, I didn’t like the green on it and have tried to make it a bit more like graffiti. I want to tidy up around the edges.. I’m also working on a cat watching goldfish. I did a painting of that idea years ago and the new cat picture has a similar theme… At least I’ve got into painting again..
Mallaband-Brown