Small Little Owl

1544289754333-448696886this is another work in progress. Little owl, acrylic on canvas.

The smallest species of owl in the country I think. I’m adding holly branches to make it more seasonal.

The picture is about 6 inches by 4 inches. I want to work on the feathers and legs and feet.

Those eyes look like they  are about to blink at me, and I can imagine the soft but strong feathers fluffed up against a north wind…

As the nursery rhyme goes. .

The North Wind shall blow,

And we shall have snow,

And what shall poor Robin do then?

Poor thing!

He’ll sit in a barn,

And kerp himself warm,

And tuck his head under his wing

Poor thing!

Illustrations

I did a series of illustrations for the canal and rivers Trust a couple of years ago. They were included in a leaflet about James Brindley the canal builder.

Each illustration was acrylic paint on watercolour paper because I wanted a more opaque picture than with watercolours. Each one was in an oval or round frame.

I wish I had a copy of the leaflet but I think they all went..

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Earache

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I’m sitting here with the cat curled up at my feet and daytime TV playing in the background. I have ear problems, making me feel dizzy.

I went and got tablets so I have been feeling better today. But it means I haven’t been able to get things done that I wanted to. Oh well I’ll be better soon. My partners gone out for a cycle ride before the sun sets. I’m fed up of the reduced hours of daylight and yet we still have 14 or 15 days before the shortest day.

The worst thing is tipping my head side ways… Then everything spins and I feel like the world is dropping away below me. In the meantime I have warm ankles because of the cat! Ah yes and I must get my Christmas cards posted. I’m thinking of putting a tree up this year but leaving it till the last minute  I’m also going to tie it to the wall somehow to keep the cats from tipping it over …  Hmm, when? not now.

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More scenery

Continuing the travel theme for the panto. I finished a picture of the pyramids and the angel of the North.

The photos I’m working from are good because they have lots of contrasting orange and blues.

I’ve got the panels propped up on a chair with a cloth over it. This means it’s hard to get at the bottom of the boards

Anyway 5 down, lots more to go!

I forgot

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I was out at the pub tonight at our local folk bands monthly visit. They usually play till about 10pm then they go round the room asking whether you want to sing a song or read out a pot!!

Well it was getting towards me. I was going to sing Laras song from Dr Jivago? I looked up the Lyrics. It seemed OK. Just sing and remember. I started, and ground to a halt. I could not remember the music or the song. Next time I will try and sing again. But tonight was bad….

Middle space poem

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One silly challenge I’ve found on Facebook is typing a phrase than clicking the middle spellchecker option to make a sentence or in this case a random poem.

I’ve decided my phrase will be:

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

The link to university of Manchester

and us a metallic clunk

The artist from the pottery

The link is getting very

The artist had used a cat

in speaking to encourage

even more involvement

The link to her page

here Ive real use

The artist from Spode

at least I’m going back

memories that people

The link inch

The artist had used to be a circular

The link is broken

The artist from the road.

 

So thats weird……

Holly and Ivy

Two beautiful winter friends, Holly is more dramatic, with a spiky personality. She has red lips and a sharp smile. Ivy is more introverted, a clinging persona who hides hidden depths. Ivy will climb up the social ladder and suppress her rivals.

Outdoor types, the girls are often seen around town together, usually in the winter months, and at the mid winter festival where they team up with pale mistletoe who hangs around with them trying to suck up to them.

Often seen at Christmas parties together it is always Holly that gets her claws into the office staff. Never one to miss some fun, Ivy likes to trail around town with Holly.

Meanwhile the baby narcissii and crocuses sleep in their beds waiting for warmer weather

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Dawn


I just accidentally clicked on the new editor and didn’t understand it at all. My photos uploaded straight away but then I couldn’t work out how to add text? Has anyone else used it yet?

Anyway ..

Dawn,

Bright sky, blue moon, sharp stars.

Pink and yellow sparkle,

Flat blue and violet.

No clouds this morning,

Just smoke trails in the blue.

Azure hue, tinge of grey.

Twigs and branches scratch holes

Through into the night.

Fingers of dark pulling down the dark,

Dawn into Dusk.

Sad loss

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I have just learnt of the sad loss of one of the nicest people I ever met.

Enos Lovatt was born in 1937 and died yesterday of pneumonia after being diagnosed with alzheimers disease a few years ago.

He was a contemporary of and studied painting in the same group as David Hockney.

I wish I knew more about him. He was a lovely person and I had the luck to have him as one of my tutors at the North Staffs polytechnic. I think he was on the interview panel that offered me a place on the Fine Art course there.

Enos was then living in Wolstanton and on one occasion I had the privilege of visiting his house with other students. The house was full of wonderful, colourful paintings. I remember some of them being stacked up the stairs.

I lost track of him after finishing college but he continued to paint and I went to see an exhibition of his painting a few years ago at Burslem School of Art. It was there that I heard he had been diagnosed with Alzheimers disease. I know he then moved away to be closer to his family.

I regret not talking to him more. He, like another of my tutors,  Arthur Berry, was an inspiring teacher. I am sad to hear that he has passed away.

The painting in the photo is one of his still lives. I’m glad I have it as a memory of him.

Compassion

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The days are darker and colder now. The leaves have fallen off the trees and the homeless lie shivering on pavements in the city.

I met a homeless man a few weeks ago. He cannot find a home because he owed rent arrears, he cannot see a GP because he does not have an address. He cannot get free health care and has to buy medicine, while being homeless.

I spoke to him and he had a broken ankle, he needed care. Since then he has been to hospital where his leg, now ulcerated, was being dressed with bandages.

Now it’s a few weeks later and I saw him again asking for spare change. I gave him some and asked him how his leg was. He loosened the bandages and I could smell it. The skin is grey and black and he pulled a bit of it off. He needed money to buy dressings and also to get a bed for the night and to see an emergency nurse.

I gave him enough money to do this. I cannot ignore it. He could lose his leg, he could get gangrene or septicemia.

He has problems, I see that, he may be an addict or have a drink problem. But how can I walk by?

How can this world lack compassion? How can we put people in a position where they cannot access health care, cannot sleep in a bed, cannot have dignity? And there are so many more  elderly, sick, people with mental health problems, refugees, the destitute, the outcasts of society in my country and across the world.

When did we decide not to be compassionate? To take money from the poorest to give to the richest?

There is a statistic… 80 men own as much wealth as half of the world’s population… That’s 80 to 3,500,000,000….

Is that fair?

Have compassion, don’t walk on the other side of the street. There but for the grace of god go I.