Holiday

Thursdays #bandofsketchers prompt was holiday. Holiday? What’s that. We usually stay around Stoke because we don’t have many people to cat sit and holidays are too expensive. We do have days out. I tried to draw Jodrell Bank from memory, gave up and drew over it with a silver pen. Vaguely got the detail!

Watching the end of Close Encounters

UFOs

Describe one of your favorite moments.

I watched the film Close Encounters of the Third Kind when it first came out. It had been a wild adventure for the hero and heroine and it wasn’t clear what would finally happen. So it was joyful at the end when the moment came that the hero got to go on board the space ship. The music soared and so did it, glowing lights and a wild structure lifting up into the dark sky.

I felt so elated at the end. So happy, it had been an amazing film. It was mysterious, comedic, obsessive, intriguing, a real journey of discovery. That final moment was like the icing on the cake!

Steven Spielberg was the director and the film was great, no real violence, a lot of thought behind it, references to UFO mythology like a group of aircraft that had gone missing over the Bermuda triangle suddenly reappearing decades later. The sound track was amazing with the humans and aliens communicating with musical tones. The special effects were wonderful, beautiful, extravagant. But I still keep going back to the final moments. That’s what I remember, magical entertainment and a wonderful time,

OK duck?

Artrage oils drawing from a couple of years ago…

Got this from my Facebook memories. It’s a finger painting of a duck using the Artrage oils app. I like how it has a metallic sheen if you use the slider on it. The brushes on it can also create textures. I love drawing and this gives me the freedom to sketch if I don’t have a real sketchbook with me. I’m pleased with the colours that I used.

By the way”duck”is a well used friendly greeting between people in Stoke on Trent…

Confusion, can’t help myself..

The world keeps spinning and I’m still here, one year older. I feel, I don’t know? Like I need to change, to try and be positive. I have escaped from last week’s or years thoughts. Maybe I can gain some strength now I’m a year older and wiser? I have fractured thoughts…

Grief holds you tight, you interpret things in its light. Your expectations change. Fear and worry hold your hand. A loss of a sibling? Never to speak again…. Memories sneak up on you. You peek round a corner and they pounce on you. Birthdays, bad days, no joy. But now? Can I look forward not back? I must try…

Not much happened!

What notable things happened today?

Is it notable to help someone?

I did, and I’m glad.

Was it a success?

Partially, but the computer was bad!

It wouldn’t load details

But still we tried

Going back monday

To try and decide…

Even so my friend is pleased

Notably so

Her trouble was eased.

Anything else notable

Happen today?

I got some catfood

As I went on my way.

I watched some TV

Because I felt frail

That was not notable

It was a fail!

Watched Casino Royale

For the very first time

David Niven starred

It was an awful crime

So very silly

But not at all funny

Notably bad

Avoid it, a waste of money!

Flowers experiment

Digital play

I decided to play with digital drawing again did a drawing in the Artrage app and them modified it in the Sketchbook app. I then used the incollage app to create a collage of the steps I had taken. Finally I used an Instagram filter to change the hues of the images. I did all of this as a finger drawing. I need to try using a stylus for a more controlled effect.

Chimney fire

Someone just asked what people remembered of their grandparents house. I thought about the open fire in the hearth..

There was a coal fire, they used paper ‘spills’  to light it, my sisters and I would roll sheets of newspaper into long thin tubes which were the spills… Grandma once had a chimney fire. She used to ‘draw’ the air through the chimney with a sheet of newspaper held against the front of the fire. She would leave a little gap at the bottom and the wind above the chimney would draw the air up, and with it the flames from the kindling she had lit (usually small sticks of wood). Once she had it burning she would bank it up with coal and we would stare at the lovely warm flames. But I remember one day the chimney hadn’t been swept and the soot inside it caught fire! I think the firebrigade had to put it out. I remember being outside watching black smoke and flames coming out of the top of the chimney!

Other memories? A big tin bath on a shelf at the far end of the kitchen before they had an inside bathroom. And grandma’s handmade rag rug made by pushing short lengths of cloth through an old sack cloth so it made a shaggy cloth mat which lay in front of the hearth.

Our grandparents had a chicken coop in the back garden and I remember the hens too. I must have been very young… Vague memories…