New paintings and regular art updates.
I think I follow the “volcano” method of working! The important bits I need are near, then everything spreads out around that and spills over. My Pc is covered in prints and there is lots more sitting on the printer. I need a stapler. I’ve managed to wrangle one of the things I’m writing into shape, but I have to use Harvard referencing for the more academic stuff. Help. I’m drowning in it.
After a good, mostly sunny, day the weather forecast is talking about more thunderstorms tomorrow. I have my brollies ready as we might be going out. However I won’t be out in a storm. The safest place then is your car. It acts as a Faraday cage an will direct any lightening around the car body and safely away to Earth. Don’t shelter under trees in thunderstorms and don’t have your brollies up. The point at the top can attract lightening. If you can’t get away you are supposed to hunker down low in a ball if possible with your back above your head if that makes sense? See real instructions! I’m trying to remember old information. X
For some reason this little tableau of ornaments reminds me of a zombie movie, or an old episode of Buffy the Vampire slayer. Just random shocked people, a little devil, an owl a Thai figure and a bowl made of buttons. It’s strange what can attract your eye. It’s the colours in it that make it interesting too.
Beware Ents!
Don’t look now
You’re being followed
By a tree
Walking backwards.
Don’t stand on me
Old Ent,
My life is not yet spent.
Go chase the breeze
Attract the bees
Leave me alone,
Please.
I’ve started sketching people when I’m in webinars with them. It’s usually just a quick doodle. Most of the webinars are course work for college and I have my mic and camera off. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to draw people. It gives me a chance to draw new people at a time when I don’t get to see many of them. I’m keeping my hand in doing it.
Is it time?
Is it time to sleep?
To rest
and dream
or fear
with nightmare?
Is it time
you walk through the dark
no light on show.
Up the stairs
through the bedroom door,
ready to sleep,
wake no more
till dawning light
pierces your eyes
awake again
no more to lie.
No sleep,
wake fast
it’s time.
Goodnight.
It was high up in the sky, a cloud shaped like a bird? No shaped like a white dove. A dove of peace.
All around the world people looked up and saw it. The symbol of peace.
We saw it one evening, then again the next day. It was happening everywhere. People were posting images on the Web. On visage journal and quick telegraph!
The government’s didn’t like it. They asked their troops and scientists to investigate. Look at the occurrences. Telescopes were trained on each cloud. Radar and radio telescopes. No sign of a reason. It was a mystery.
A week after it started it ended. People saw Elephants and crocodiles in the clouds, turtles and Teddy bears. But no mote of dust or speck of mist became a dove of peace. People started to miss them. Fights broke out between neighbours, children cried. The world had lost magic. Sadness flew round the world. Maybe one day there woukd be an answer.
Just when I think the plants can’t get bigger we get torrential rain and they grow! And it’s hot, they are happy.
I think our back yard is full. The hanging baskets are pulling the old fence down. But I turn round and my hubby has snuck an Ash tree in! I love it. I hope some of it survives into the autumn. I will continue to post pictures as it grows.
We even had three ripe blueberries today.
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My morning glory plants are doing well. Not flowering yet though. They are in lots of places, but I particularly like the ones in this ceramic head I made years ago. It’s survived for about twenty or thirty years as has the female one further on up the yard… I’m not sure what colours will be on the plant. Looking forward to it.
Apologies, I stole this from Facebook. It amused me so much I had to share… My friend rescued a baby pigeon from the canal a few months ago. It had apparently fallen in. She took it home and dried it and gave it somewhere warm and dark to recover. Then she had to find out what to feed it on, (pigeons feed their squabs something called pigeon milk before they go onto solids). It grew and she called it Keith.
If flew round the kitchen to start with, then was let outside, it stayed close by and in a rabbit hutch for a few days until it had grown up. Finally it flew away.
Take care and keep safe Keith. Coo…
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