New paintings and regular art updates.
Fish fingers or sardines. That’s my choice tonight. Fishfinger sandwiches or sardines on toast. It’s not a Friday but that’s what I’ve got in. Maybe fishfinger and baked beans. I’m not very hungry but I need to eat I guess. It’s late and I’m tired and I don’t feel like cooking.
Anyway it was an excuse to post this photo of a kneeler from the local church, I love the design and the concept of sharing food to give all people a chance by treating them fairly. Anyway just a thought.
He’s getting on a bit
About 14
But he’s still cute
My mousy boy
Black and white
Tuxedo smart
Still chases
His sister
Quick and fast
Loves to lie
In the middle of the mat
In my way
A true trip hazard
Step over or past
He’ll squiggle
And dash!
Esther Chiltons weekly prompt was light. As I’m feeling rather sad it bought out a feeling of regret in me:
Light, a rainbow effect, but black? Darkness, hidden, lonely. Why do I want to sit hidden in the dark as the days sparkle around me? Is this my fate? I need to escape into light, but by the time my sad thoughts allow me it will probably be raining. We have been singing “this little light of mine” at choir recently. I need a glimmer of hope. X
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I must have been about five when I realised I wanted to do art. I would make patterns on graph paper, draw and doodle and sketch. I know my mother started to collect some of my drawings. As I got older I put them on my walls. I even strung them across my bedroom held on by pegs because I didn’t have enough wall space.
When I was in my teens one of my paintings was sent to our twin town in Germany to be exhibited. My headmistress was given a drawing I did of my fellow pupils as a leaving present and I knew I wanted to be an artist as I told my careers teacher, not a nurse as she tried to persuade me. On to Art school to do a degree, and even 40 years later an MA in illustration. Now. I’m struggling. But iooking at different methods and skills. I’m not giving up!
You birthday was today
But there is no voice
No laughter
No sudden shout
Of annoyance or glee.
You were here, then gone
Lost in space
Not forgotten by me
But gone from the world
We always held hands
Grasping our dreams
Let’s go out
Take a trip?
Now I stay still
Remembering but not visiting
Still waiting
For your non return.
One big disadvantage of having to have eyedrops to open up your irises is it’s blinding on a bright sunny day when you leave your opticians. I was dreading having it done today and the sun shone brilliantly as it has done for the last week. I was searching for my clip on sunglasses for ages before I found them. Their lenses are bigger than my current spectacles so they were good because they covered my area of vision better than my normal glasses. I did find that as I waked towards the sun the light leaked round the edges and made it impossible to see through the dazzle. I found it difficult to cross roads. So I wandered along next to buildings trying to find as much shadow as I could and got home safely.
What I suspected is true. Parts of the United Kingdom have had their driest March in 60 years. I even went out and watered my plant pots today as my daffodils are starting to wilt.
My Cherry and Pear trees still have tightly furled buds and are not showing any sign of opening, their blossoms held in stasis until the rain swells the plant cells to make them pop open.
March is usually wet and windy for at least part of the month. But not this year, the clouds lifted and blue skies sparkled. I guess the farmers are starting to panic now. It was so warm today I left my coat off and wore a tee shirt.
My Anemometer is spinning round
Twirling and twisting…
Maybe March winds have arrived?
The old saying goes
March is either in like a Lion and out Like a Lamb
Or vice versa…..
Today was gusty as a growling lion
Soon it’s paws might carry it
Across the land
Howling and Roaring.
Then gentle showers of April
Will come again…
Hello Spring.
What makes you laugh?
I wanted to find an image to represent Monty Pythons Flying Circus, but WordPress doesn’t have any pictures of it and I couldn’t find an image I was able to share from Google.
Monty Python was on British TV from 1969 to 1974. I wasn’t allowed to watch it when it was first shown because I was too young. But I saw and enjoyed it later on.
It’s cast, Terry Jones, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Michael Palin, John Cleese and Graham Chapman, together with other actors and comedians created an anarchic, silly and surreal brand of humour, consisting of a series of sketches, often with a running joke threaded through them. Often the sketch would peter out and a cartoon foot would come down from a precenium arch and squash the characters. That is what my illustration is about.
Notable sketches included the dead parrot sketch about a pet shop selling a Norwegian blue parrot which was actually dead, also a dance where two men dressed in uniform take it in turns to slap each other in the face with fish, one eventually falls into the sea. Hells grannies was about a gang of frightening grandmother’s who terrorise a town. They all made me howl with laughter.
Once the TV series stopped the pythons made films like The Life of Brian, The Meaning of Life, and Monty python and the Holy Grail. The cast aso made their own separate films for instance a Fish Called Wanda and Time bandits among others.
As this is a long time ago you might not of heard of them. Go look them up. It’s worth it!
Purrfect cat
What you see?
Is it your sister?
I do wonder…
You look up and stare
What is it?
What’s there?
Question is, can I see
What you see?
No….
Extra sensory cat
You beauty.
Mallaband-Brown