New paintings and regular art updates.
Playing with pattern again, four verticals mirrored. Based on a petunia in a hanging basket. Symmetry is such a wonderful thing. The purple and green work well together. I’m interested in the structure that has been created by duplicating the shapes. These could also be strange alien creatures…. Or even squids!
The beef industry, and the surging demand for meat is causing the amazon rainforest to be cut down. Hundreds of ranches have been illegally created on land which was once virgin forest. The beef is then shipped to countries including the UK and being sold in our supermarkets as corned beef.
A lot of this is happening in Brazil. The president their has denied satellite images of the deforestation is real. Meanwhile the amazon burns. Is it time for Brazil to bring in laws to restrict the destruction? Or will global warming continue because of it.
I haven’t been back to Winkhill Mill in Stoke for a few years. When I did it was a thriving pottery making artistic tiles or other ceramics. I went to an exhibition about Minton tiles there. I do wonder if it’s still working after the pandemic. I was pleased with this photo that I took as the sun was starting to set.
Right outside our back door, you can literally reach out and pluck them off the bush. We have quite a good crop, although they aren’t fully ripe yet. Unfortunately they keep getting eaten… By hubby! ❤️ I love him, but he can snaffle all the raspberries (and gooseberries) before I even get near them!
Lone ripe tomato
On the windowledge
Most are green
Or yellow
But this one blushes red.
Like scarlet lips
Or post box ripe
This lone tomato
I will swipe!
Then eat with lettuce
A delight!
Memory…. I just commented on a friend post about my introduction to coffee.
I wrote: We used to have ‘camp coffee’, a coffee substitute made with chicory. It came in a tall square bottle with a Scottish bagpipe player on the front. The contents were a dark brown liquid. We had it with sterilised milk. It was horrible! Then we had ‘mellow birds’ coffee. It was bitter if you put enough in to give it some flavour!
I remember the way the coffee essence was brown and sticky. It used to run down the outside of the bottle, leave stains on the tablecloth. I didn’t drink coffee till I was in my teens, I used to drink tea or ‘pop’. Our pop was delivered in the evening by a van. I think it was Corona pop, we used to have big bottles of raspberry, orange, dandelion and burdock and sometimes strangely tasting American cream soda. All no doubt full of sugar.
Dad had his own delivery – of Davenports ‘beer at home’, I still remember the jingle ‘beer at home means Davenports, that’s the beer lots of cheer……’
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Joyous day, we get a few hanging baskets every year, we had a call from the farm today. They were ready! Even though we were expecting them I was overwhelmed at how big and beautiful they are. If yo buy a hanging basket from a shop they often only have one species of flowers in them. But these are packed with petunias, fushias, begonias, lobelia, and other plants I can’t name. It’s not all their work, the rest is our handiwork. X
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was energy. I decided to draw lightning as we are expecting thunder storms later in the week. Lightning is much more complicated when you see a photo of it. Not the single lightning bolt that you get in cartoons or emojis. This is from memory.
What do you want?
Where do you go?
When you want peace
Quiet reflection
A meditation
Cool and calm
Find a place of serenity
Beauty and comfort.
A quiet path between the trees
To a sheltered glade,
A pool rippled by the breeze
A sight you eyes will be pleased
And happy to see.
What do you see? I see a butterfly, a bears head, an owl, a rabbit head, moths on either side, a goats face, probably other animals and things too…. I met someone yesterday who has the same thing going on with their mind.
I used to have a shower curtain covered in an overlapping bubble pattern. I swear I could make cartoon characters out of them. There were four people I made out of the bubbles, a mum, dad son and daughter. I even think I could sometimes see a bubble dog.
As a child I could see things in the patterns on our wallpaper. I imagined fairies and elves with leaves making their limbs and hair. When I watched rain drops on the cobbled stones in our back yard I also saw fairies, or ballerinas in tutu’s. I have a strange imagination.
Mallaband-Brown