What to paint on.

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This was  a self portrait from 1981 when I was still at college. If I remember correctly I painted it in the summer holidays on some wooden boards, which were held together with tongue and grooves. I painted it in oil paints, not having come across acrylic paint until a few years later.

This is one of a few slides I have from that time. It’s interesting to see how my style has changed and the methods I use now, compared to in the past. I don’t know what happened to it. It may still be somewhere in the house.

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Beer

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What people used to drink in the past,

Beer was brewed to be drunk every day. Beer was made weak so that people, including children, could quench their thirst. Water was not clean and filtered like it is today in some countries. People extracted water from rivers, ponds and wells. But they had no knowledge of bacteria or viruses. In some countries in Asia people brewed things like rice wine instead. Over the centuries East and West have followed their own brewing traditions. This affects whether people can tolerate the different types of alcohol.

Nowadays some beer is far stronger. This can have a detrimental effect on people’s health as alcohol is a poison and in strong concentration or large amounts can kill.

Drinking beer and alcohol are a personal choices. There can be other reasons not to drink, including religious and health ones. Life is interesting. Moderation is the key.

Zombie film fun.

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When you enjoy doing mad things it’s easy to have a laugh. My hubby and I were involved as extras in a zombie / comedy / romance / musical film last year and we went to the Wrap party a couple of weeks ago. This was how I went. In one of my masks for sleep aponea and lots of make up using Face paints (hint, don’t use red face paint as eye liner, it made me look really ill the following day and was hard to clean off). I had to wear my glasses to see! I stuck the pipe into my handbag and pretended to breathe through it.

I’m hoping the film called “Humanus” gets released. The actors in it, who have learning difficulties and physical disabilities, were brilliant. They deserve to succeed.

Today’s craft fair

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Today I was at a craft fair in Penkhull. It was good to see some friends and I enjoyed the atmosphere. I hadn’t realised that it was Victorian themed, I should have liked to have looked a bit more  authentic.

The result was that I managed to cover my costs and made enough to go out and get some new canvases to do some more tiny paintingsthus afternoon.

I was pleased that a couple of Owl paintings and one of a Peacock butterfly sold. Its always good to feel that they are going to good homes. I know sometimes I’m too attached to them, but I can’t help feeling protective of them. I hope I can do it again next year. 

This is Woody, the abandoned cat.

 

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This is Woody, that’s what we’ve christened him. He’s been hanging round our garden for a year, eating food, and he’s gradually settled in our summerhouse. But it’s not ideal. I’d invite him in but my two rescue cats are timid, and I never got them their booster inoculations because they won’t get in the cat carriers. Anyway they are indoor cats so as long as Woody doesn’t come in they are safe.

But (and you knew this was coming, didn’t you?) I feel sorry for Woody and so I got someone to come round and check if he’s microchipped. Turns out he is but the phone number is dead and although we have been told he’s from a few streets away, they won’t tell us where because of Data protection.

No one has put missing posters up so I guess he is abandoned.

He’s a lovely friendly cat but after a year of being semi feral it’s going to be hard to get him rehomed. He doesn’t like being inside (we tried to get him in out of the rain), but I’d love him to be loved and snuggled down somewhere. Maybe on his own with a big garden to roam around, but also more cuddles than we can give.

If you live in Staffordshire maybe get in touch?

White sails

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White sail, sailing, over the water.

Barely a breath to help you move.

White canvas, taut and stiff

Or billowing softly in the breeze.

Hot sun and morning mist,

A twinkle of ripples follow your wake.

Sails, tall and fair.

Sails standing out across the lake,

Bright against the wooded hill.

Your beacon shines to me.

Remembering spring

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As we sink slowly into Northern Winter, I thought I would post a picture of the spring earlier this year. The buds were starting to burst, the flowers were opening on rhododendrons. The sky was a warm blue, not the cold, grey, scudding clouds of today.

Warmer evenings, longer days… I can’t wait! I don’t want to make time rush by, but please, don’t let it be a long, cold, harsh winter. We already have flooding in South Yorkshire and parts of the South Midlands where towns like Fishlake have been inundated.

Our local pantomime is on in February, just when winter is starting to get really annoying. We are doing Aladdin this time. I’ve got a small part in it. Hopefully I won’t be falling over while I try to dance!