New paintings and regular art updates.
Flowers and old wood
Blocked up windows and peeling paint.
Dasies and dianthus.
A history in brick and slate.
Clay and pottery.
Caged in but released,
Renewed and Revivified.
Pansies and wallflowers shining,
their sunlit faces turned to a bright, chilled sky.
Crumbling with asbestos innards,
But able to be proud again.
Inspired by a post by little fears.
Ugh, jelly flavoured fish….. So strange Fran thought. She’d seen a sign jellyfish for sale, and was mentally trying to work out what it meant. What flavour would they be? Lemon, ginger, cherry?
She walked across the road from the tropical fish shop. There was another store there. Jelly babies were on display by the counter. Why all this jelly? What was happening…..who turned babies into jelly anyway?
Two doors down from the sweet shop was a grocery store. She walked round it only to find sugar free jelly, jelly rolls and jellied eels.
It’s a wobbly wobbly world she thought.
Digital drawing after a painting ‘Olympia’ by the artist Manet. I think this was another one of the challenges I drew at sketchfu. It’s a few years since I drew it. Apologies to anyone who does not like nude pictures. Edouard Manet was a French artist born 1832 died 1883.
From Wikipedia :
“Born into an upper-class household with strong political connections, Manet rejected the future originally envisioned for him, and became engrossed in the world of painting. His early masterworks, The Luncheon on the Grass (Le déjeuner sur l’herbe) and Olympia, both 1863, caused great controversy and served as rallying points for the young painters who would create Impressionism. Today, these are considered watershed paintings that mark the start of modern art. The last 20 years of Manet’s life saw him form bonds with other great artists of the time, and develop his own style that would be heralded as innovative and serve as a major influence for future painters.”
When I was studying art Manet was one of my favourite artists. I also loved the French impressionists. I wish I had the skills to actually paint in his style. This is the closest I ever got.
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The dawn chorus has started. There is a blackbird singing outside. It’s melody riding and falling. The wind is moaning through gaps in the window. But I don’t mind it, at least I don’t live in a totally sealed box.
I’ve been up for an hour. Stomach pains, nothing serious, just annoying and I couldn’t sleep. The cat rubbed round my ankles then decided to go and sleep on the back of the sofa. She must be a mind reader, she just came back to see me! Little purring cat always cheers me. Oh now the other one is awake. Now we will have catch chase. Like children playing they run up and down. Pouncing on each other, play fighting. Must be to do with terratorial issues. Sometimes I have to tell them off when they get too boisterous.
Well I’d better try and get some sleep. It’s cold in here and I want to snuggle under the duvet. It’s been a cold dry spring so far.
See ya!
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The steps were old concrete and brick. Like the ones they had at school all those years ago. When she was a child they would play tinker, taylor, soldier on them. You had to jump up or down from one step to another depending on what your friends shouted. She couldn’t remember exactly how it worked but it was fun . That must have been 50 years ago.
She had walked past these steps every day for months. The tangle of vegetation was getting worse. Today though, she had decided to climb them. There was an old grey wooden door at the top of them. She would knock on and see if anyone answered??
It was quiet on the steps, the traffic noise from the road seemed to have died down. A haze like a mirage floated in the air. She stood for a moment taking this in. Realising how steep the steps were. How flimsy the handrail. She knocked……
For Sue Vincent’s Thursday#writephoto challenge
She hated getting lost. But she wouldn’t use satnav and or Google maps. She preferred old paper maps, the folding type or the atlas style ones for driving. She would memorise a good part of the route. Try and remember road numbers, like the A53 or A34.
She had been distracted by satnav so gave up on it, and although she would look at Google maps before she went somewhere she would not switch her mobile on in her car, too dangerous.
When she was young she was navigating for her mother as they drove through the countryside. She took them down the wrong road, and had to admit that she had got them lost. She also got completely bemused in a group of terraced houses near her home when she was really young, so she decided to look for landmarks like shops or trees, train stations, pubs. She also remembered trying to work out where the sun was in the sky.
Coming up to a sign post like this, with a choice of two routes, she would try and check her map. She looked out for telephone poles because they tend to be on roads. She wanted an idea where the closest village or hamlet was.
The signpost was no use. It was so weathered and old that the words had completely disappeared. No use at all. She could see on the map that it was feilds for miles around. She could retrace her steps. Give up. Or plunge on, decisions.
Left, towards the sun which was starting to go down. Or right into increasing darkness. That was her dilemma.
I like drawing digitally. I need to get my computer fixed (I’ve been saying that for a couple of years) the trouble is that I got a tablet, now I’ve got a smart phone. I can do so much without having to sit in a cold bedroom in winter. But in some ways I am limited. I can’t draw on this device like I had learned to on my old PC. I’m just worried I won’t be able to upgrade without losing thousands of saved images. I imaging the inside of my computer going rusty or with spiders inhabiting it!
Cheerio for now
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I keep finding drawings that I did at sketchfu all those years ago that are popping up on my memories page. I just want to share them because I’m quite proud of them considering it was just a site with basic tools. I’m posting a different set in a minute. I did do drawings of more people but they haven’t emerged from the depths of FB yet.
Frosted glass with fish etched into it. A glass made from an old wine bottle cut in half. I’ve had this and it’s pair for about ten years?
It’s good to recycle things, save things from just getting smashed and and thrown away. Mind you now I’ve posted this no doubt it will get broken.
I like the colour of this. I guess it’s rather like an apple green colour. Tasty.
Did he come in from the countryside? Race across the garden centre. Stand at bay in the middle of the mahonias and fatsia plants? Did he knock them like skittles across the patio? Did he roar a challenge to the bamboo ducks sitting on the bridge? A woman walks past and does not hear his challenge. A cat, out of shot, creeps past incase he disturbs the scene. Agapanthus are ready to grow. Perennials are sprouting. This metallic majesty sparkles in the sun. Windswept and tangled in plants he stands up head high, massive antlers shaking in the windy April air.
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