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The cry of gulls
Smell of fish and chips.
Hotel guests slamming doors
Cars blocking roads
The memory of candy floss
Mint flavoured sticks of rock.
Crying and laughing children,
Sandy beaches and pebbles
Then a sudden squall
Rain bears down on us,
Winds blow strongly,
Retreat to the hotel,
Soaking clothes drip.
Ah, a proper seaside holiday.
Well it’s not a sea view although it is pleasant. I can’t see it because I’m having a lie down after a long drive. Hotel seems nice and friendly, we will see what its like for noise later on. That’s one thing that bothers me in hotels, noisy neighbours. I think people should respect each other. That’s why we usually choose caravans. I also bring coffee and sweetener with me in case there isn’t enough. And I hate uht milk….
Tonight was our last choir practice until September. We were trying to learn a south seas song called tangihina. It is about a man who has to choose between his lover and a watersprite who had taken her form. He chose the waters sprite by mistake and was swept out to sea.
While I was there I started to draw the singers arriving. I’d began by drawing the chairs but everyone arrived in a rush. I’ve only done one side of the room but that was all I could manage. As it says in the drawing, see you in September!) although it won’t stop me from blogging in the meantime.
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A creature appears to have left its mark on a bar of soap in the bathroom.
Two eyes and a grin, a strawberry coloured stain from a bar of strawberry soap.
What would blogger and artist LittleFears call it? This is the kind of cartooning he does (though much more sophisticated than this) I don’t know, he uses lots of puns….
Any ideas?
I went to Longton Station on the train today to see the site of a possible mural.
The station sits above the main road in Longton and is accessed by two sets of stairs up to the north and south bound platforms. Trains travel from crewe through Stoke-on-Trent and onwards to Derby. The platforms are open to the elements except for a couple of shelters, one on each platform. On one side of the station there are three small murals depicting pottery making, Longton viaduct and a train pulling into the station. These are a fraction of the size of the three blue archways that are waiting to be turned into murals down on the ground at the bottom of the stairs that face the main road. As far as I can tell the idea is to paint murals onto boards that will then be attached to the doors after they are finished.
We saw a lot of the industrial heritage surrounding the area. One person said they would love to see more flowers and colours around to brighten the site up.
The only downside? The train tickets (return) were only £2.60 each. But the parking at Stoke Station was a whopping £12 although I was only there for about an hour!
A poem based on my painting of Earth,
Earth
Spinning in space,
Tipped slightly
So we have seasons
Without the moon
We would spin out
Of control.
Earth
Pale blue dot
Clouds flying
Tides swelling
Faults cracking
Volcanos spewing Ash,
Life growing,
Earth
Green and blue and brown
Earth.
Draw some lines in black and brown, erase some lines and then duplicate the pattern you have created. What does it mean? Could they be power lines? A knitting patten, crochet? A surreal or abstract spiders web?
Whatever it is, is open to interpretation. If the pattern is moved one way or another you may see an animal or a design for a electricity pylon. The mind tries to interpret what it sees, but sometimes there is not enough information to discern what is happening or how it affects us. As complex as this is its very simple compared to a real person.
I can’t remember where this is! It may be on a tor on dartmoor or it could be somewhere up high in the Yorkshire dales. I know the figure is a friend of mine, but he’s lived in Devon and Yorkshire so that does not help. Looking at it I’m not even sure of what the stone is. I know it’s been weathered by the wind to created the distinct layers in the stone. I’m not sure the colours are accurate. But I like the photo, there is a feeling of distance and atmosphere. Perhaps I will see it again sometime.
My stabbing finger types on screen,
I see words scroll along.
Then bhai.. N b cc cc b
I fall asleep
N h gig HD FB v
Comes out the deep
My finger slipped again you see
And messed up all my words
Skull instead of sky with spellchecker
Owl instead if oil.
My stabbing finger dreams a
Whole
New
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So many different talents, including lino cut printing, carved wood, making strum sticks and dulcimers.. I had my paintings and glass necklaces again. The fair was on from 11 to 4 but that didn’t include setting up and taking down so it was more like right hours.
There were some lovely kind people there and I got a lot of interest if not that many sales. The setting was inside the Potbank Hotel, which was good as it rained all day. Coming to the fair was a way of staying dry.
Artisan or craft? Probably artisan, the work was predominantly artistic and the crafts on display were of a very high standard.
Would I do it again. Yes I guess so.
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