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How do you unwind after a demanding day?
I don’t sleep well at night
But after a demanding day?
I fall asleep in the chair
I close my eyes and hours
Days? Go by…
Sleep is a benefit and a curse
Memories and dreams
Nightmares and revelations
Thoughts and fears
After that I go to bed
Insomnia hits like a brick
And I lie awake for hours.
How do you use social media?
I post inanities, some profanities.
I post comments and responses, photos and art, I share posts and repost. Much of it isn’t important. I’ll ask people to answer questions, like can you name an A to Z of fruit? Or do you remember TV programmes in the 60’s or 70’s? And of course I post pictures of my cats.
I post here and at other sites such as Facebook. I sometimes write poems or short stories. I try and come up with interesting digital sketches and art. Exploring fine art ideas and creating new paintings. I sometimes even create pottery or sculpture.
I occasionally play games online but I’m not keen on video games or whatever it’s called now. I sometimes look up facts but I tend to rely on my own knowledge and understanding. I’m no influencer, that’s not what I’m interested in. But it makes for a more varied life and keeps me occupied (too much)! Plus you get to meet interesting and unusual people xxxx
This poster is in our opticians waiting room. His grandfather is the Hanwell on the poster. It was done in the 1930’s I think by an illustrator called Wilfrid Sheard who was a private in the second world war and died in 1967. You can find his details on Google.
The picture is a bit disconcerting. The man sits on the road with missing lower legs, his boots strewn across the road. He’s clearly been hit by a bus. His glasses are broken. The sign says “Never Mind – HANWELL will replace them in an hour or two!”
Another digital drawing of a star, Jane Russell, from my sketchfu account 11 years ago. It popped up on my Facebook memories today.
I’m really interested to see what I was doing then. Lots of pictures might still turn up.
A friend now has this painting of Koi carp swimming at a pool in a garden centre I did a few years ago. Perhaps I will have to do more wobbly paintings now I have Parkinsons disease. I hate the thought I might not be able to paint. Someone asked me today what I was going to do if I don’t paint. I don’t know. It’s always been part of me. I know my manual dexterity is deminishing. I hope something can be done about it. At the moment I’m mentally staring at the ocean not sure if I can dip my toes in anymore?
It’s a drawing of Marylin Monroe I did at a website called sketchfu about 11 years ago. It was a very basic site but it got overwhelmed with users. The owners became difficult to contact as they were setting up a new site called Muzy. Sadly Sketchfu closed. I managed to save a lot of my drawings but I know a lot of artists lost theirs and must have been very disappointed when it closed.
Another semi abstract digital drawing that popped upon my Facebook memories, long enough ago that I can’t remember the apps I used.
I’ve noticed that if I draw profiles of faces I usually draw them facing left. That might be because my right hand might obscure the drawing of they faced right. I did ask some other artists and concluded the left handed ones draw profiles facing right? But the sample size (3 or 4 people) is far too small to draw an accurate conclusion. I also draw horses heads and other animals facing left. I do wonder why.
Artist ‘stuff’, paints, paintings, canvases, brushes, boxes, sketch pads, heaters, all my ornaments on the mantelpiece. Carrier bags. I’ve never been this cluttered. Some of its going to have to go. But it’s cheaper than renting the studio. I not letting many people in till I sort it out! But it’s storage not hoarding (yet!)
What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?
Three cats, birdsong, books.
My family is my cats, they keep me company, amuse and irritate, sometimes in equal measure. They are loving but also bonkers. Chasing each other around the house, up and down stairs, jumping up and sleeping on my chair when I’m out of the room.
Today I heard birdsong from the garden, the sun was shining and the wind had settled down, suddenly a blackbird started singing loudly. The song was thrilling, musical, lyrical. Complex and melodic. Blackbirds songs increase in complexity as they get older. It was beautiful.
Finally I’ve included books. I bought back some lovely art books from my studio. One is about Women Surrealist Artists, another about The Faery Garden by someone called Beatrice Phillpotts. There are more, images from Nasa about space exploration, micrographic images of plants, and other books.
These five things are everyday things that bring me great happiness.
All that’s left is a small bag of rubbish. My studio was a small space but I fitted a lot in it. Now my living room looks like one of those TV programmes about hoarders! I didn’t realise how much space it would take up and a lot of my paintings have gone to a friend’s studio for a while. I’m going to have to learn to throw things away. It’s not an exciting photo but it means a lot to me. Maybe one day I’ll be able to afford to go back. I’ve got to have some hopes!
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