New paintings and regular art updates.
Painting from a few years ago. I sometimes come up with ideas I like, but I don’t keep doing the same things over and over again. I’m not sure if I could keep repeating an image with just little changes. Once you start doing that you might as well be creating Christmas or birthday cards.
I like being experimental. I might not always get it right but if I continue I learn with each effort. This acrylic on canvas is quite surreal, but why not?
I started watching the paralympics tennis and our man was loosing. I tried ignoring it and he started to win. Now I’m caught between wanting to watch and see who wins and not watching so I don’t jinx it!
It’s odd to feel I have any influence over the outcome. But listening to the game seems OK? Very strange. I’ve had this happen in other situations. The football world Cup was on, I watched, we lost. So I’d rather not watch and allow others to see the result no matter what happens!
Off centre adds interest
Makes you look
At a semi alien bush
Green, blue, happily
Interesting play
With branches displayed
In rhythmic pattern.
Symmetrical versus Asymmetry.
Photo with four parts duplicated symmetrically. Done in InCollage. The photo was from four years ago. I like the effect. It’s slightly bizarre and surreal. I might do some more.
How do you relax?
I relax badly
Meditation is hard
I only remember to
When I’m falling asleep
I suddenly think relax
Then wake up again
Tense and stressed
And have to try again.
A small papier mache bowl I painted during the week. It’s meant to represent the sun seen through trees, which are the black lines, the green bands are leaves, the blue and white represent sky and the yellow is the sun. But what to call it? I would call it abstract and simple. It’s vaguely art deco? Let me know a title?
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
I do sometimes use the word awesome on social media. It sort of explains my thoughts about some of the images online. But to be honest it is too easy to use. You don’t have to think of more subtle descriptions.
An ‘awesome’ limerick:
There once was an awesome post
On a website I used to host….
I realised my words
Were really absurd
And I hated ‘awesome’ most.
I just think it exaggerates the importance of an object ot person. To look on something in awe, is to see something of great style, beauty or extraordinary complexity. You would not call a bag of crisps awesome. Nor would you describe a cup of cappuccino and a muffin at the local cafe awesome as you took ten photographs of them. My point is words like awesome should only be used in exceptional circumstances. I need to give it up.
The heat from our bonfire used to toast us when we had our Bonfire night celebrations on November the 5th. To remember the story about Guy Fawkes and his attempt to blow up Parliament hundreds of years ago. But we were more interested in seeing all the colourful fireworks, Catherine wheels, jumping Jack’s, volcanoes, rockets and squibs. Then we would all go inside to eat jacket potatoes from the hot oven with lashings of butter and salt. Happy memories.
Did I really write lashings?!
Guy Fawkes night is traditional in the UK. Children try and collect money to buy fireworks by making ‘Guys’ to be burnt as effigies on top of bonfires. Nowadays the back garden bonfires are discouraged and larger organised events are the norm.
Without flicking paint! Each dot so far and each smudge is from a brush touching the canvas. It’s a bit over exposed. It’s acrylic on a small 7×7 inch canvas. I might paint a tardis on it if it works. There are hundreds of dots and I’m really struggling to find a brush with a decent point. More to do!
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
The furthest I’ve traveled was to Germany on a coach. I went on a wine tasting trip with my mom. It was a four day trip and it was a bit disappointing because I had a cold.
We drove a long way from the Midlands through London to Dover. We waited for ages to get on the ferry, then across to Calais. I remember staying on deck on a cold wet afternoon because my mom had seasickness. Then on through France and Belgium to Germany. I noticed the countryside was similar to Britain but the electricity pylons looked completely different. Much sturdier and solid instead of our criscross filigree style. By then the cold was getting to me and I slept until we stopped at a petrol station and I tried to ask for aspirin, but used the wrong phrase ‘haben du’ informal, instead of ‘haben sie’, I didn’t know I was being over familiar.
One of our coach passengers thought we had gone into East Germany? Why, I don’t know, he was a bit odd.
After two days tasting (and snuffling) various wines and realising I liked ‘qualitatsvein mit pradikat’ the best. We had a trip on the Rhine, and to a cuckoo clock shop, and to a bridge over the Rhine to see statues of the Rhine maidens I think? Mom and I came home on the coach again. Just starting to feel better, the best bit was watching ‘the hunt for red october’ on TVs on the coach!
Mallaband-Brown