I had already hollowed this head out a bit but I was able to carve out more today. I came across several bubbles so at least it’s less likely to explode if it does get fired. The grey pile is the scraped out clay. X
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Finished painting (another one)
George, with satisfied customer. It was really hard to get his eyes right. He’s off on some travels to his new owner. I hope they will be pleased. I enjoy painting portraits, they are a challenge, but when they work out I feel satisfaction.
Sky swan
Well it’s a Swan,
No its a dragon?
Can’t you see its tail.
Welsh dragon?
Maybe…
One front leg raised up,
Waiting to greet its friend
The Unicorn.
Concentrating
Concentrating on her mobile phone, thumbing her life away. While the world passes her by… Those women could be pocketing her goods. Would she even know? Being aware of what’s around you is so difficult when you are scrolling through Facebook or looking at Instagram, I know I do it too.
It’s when people start ignoring family and friends (I do that too). Sometimes I say ‘put the phone down’ to myself, but it doesn’t always happen.
TV programmes I want to see, radio I want to hear. Pass me by nowadays. I’m composing in my head, or commenting, or supporting causes. How did life get like this? At least I don’t use my phone when I’m driving… Just too much concentrating….
Film : Humanus
Just got back from seeing a film we were in as extras. It was actually shown at a proper cinema which was great. The cast, writers, singers and crew are members of Inter theatre a community theatre company. This is a group of disabled actors who have come together to make a feature film. Featuring Nello (Neil Baldwin) who was portrayed by Toby Jones in Marvellous, a film about his life. It was funny, included a tragic romance, singing, zombies the waiting room for heaven and hell and horrific murders. Directed by Steve Mitchell, it is ground breaking because it stars and includes many people who are disabled but who show just how they can be involved in things like this. It may have a premiere in London (fingers crossed) and also may get put on one of the streaming networks.
Wish it luck x.
Christmas cards…
That time of year again, close to the last posting day for cards, and I’ve lost my address book!
Cue frantic call to my sister, texted her too. I might think I know the addresses but I can’t remember them fully. The postcodes have foxed me. I also can’t remember the name of the husband of one of my sisters, or my aunts surname. That’s scary!
I shall go and delve in a cupboard. Wish me luck.
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Industrial archeology
Photo of Middleport pottery. The walls are stained with pottery clay. These buildings are now artisan studios. Make do and mend. Reusing old buildings rather than knocking them down. But it costs money to do that. Historical buildings are getting demolished, history is being destroyed. Old buildings that could be refurbished are sometimes left to rot. There is a place in Dudley, in the West Midlands, called the black Country museum. They have demolished old buildings, then rebuilt them on the site. Maybe my city should do the same. X
Dalek
when I was a child
I watched Dr Who
I hid behind the settee,
I was scared of Daleks
Monsters scared me
The Icemen
The cybermen
Fighting in space
And on Earth..
Dr Who
Sci fi hero…!
This model Dalek was at Froghall Station a couple of years ago, if not more. It was wonderful to see. It was radio controlled. In the original series they were operated by men pedalling inside them and moving the weapons by hand. Nowadays they can climb steps in the modern series by hovering above them. But not in the 1960’s. I watched this classic TV series from the start. I wish I could time travel back then.
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Rook or Crow
I painted this tiny picture about a year ago. I think I copied an old illustration. He just seems to have such a cheeky character. With his great beak, ready to sever your fingers if you are not careful. I think of him planning and plotting, soaring high above his roosting site while he is getting ready to settle down to sleep, or joining his group in the nearby fields. I don’t remember what a group of crows are called, but I think rooks are a “murder”, but I might be misremembering.
So that’s this tiny painting, if he had a name? Reginald…..
Nature
Walking through the snow she came across some peculiar shaped trees, each one in flower with cherry blossom. In mid winter?! Was that a face? How could this be, what spirit of nature could have created this?
The trees seemed to breathe mist into the cold, crisp air. The frost turning it to tiny ice crystals. Sound reverberated from the mist. A whisper but so loud it shook her body.
“I AM SPRING”….
Life is here, waiting in the ground, waiting for water.. Now you are here this will be your place. You will not leave, you will nurture us with your body.
She realised she could not move, she could feel her feet lengthening, pushing into the soil, her arms were rising in supplication. Twisting and growing longer. Her eyes became knots in the wood, her body a trunk. No she would never leave here….. And she silently screamed as she transformed.
