New paintings and regular art updates.
So many flowers in one place, the Quarry garden at the Dorothy Clive Garden was particularly beautiful. There is a waterfall feature there and the sight of it amongst the Azaleas and Rhodedendrons was lovely. The water cooled the air and the colours in the sunlight were like jewels.
I took far too many photos, I will share more later. There is a laburnum walk which I will post about seperatley.
This trees flowers make Chesnuts when they are fertilised and mature.
Chestnuts are big brown nuts or seeds. They have hard shells and children gather them up in the autumn to play the game Conkers.
The local children throw sticks up into the tree to knock the chestnuts down. Then they make holes through them and thread them onto string tying a knot at the bottom so the Chestnut (or Conker) doesn’t fall off.
They take turns to swing one conker against the other until one of them cracks and breaks up. There are various tricks to try and make the chestnuts harder, like for instance soaking them in vinegar.
The more conkers a child hits and breaks, the more important the child’s conker is. If it’s only broken one it’s a ‘oner’ a six would be a ‘sixer’ the winner is the person whose conker does not disintegrate and beats all the other ones.
Probably not a game played much these days. But I remember playing it until my friend conker accidentally hit the knuckles of my hand. Ow!
Sunshine, a stick of rock, sandy beach, bucket and spade to make sandcastles. The cool feeling of wet sand as you wiggle your toes in it…or the hard ridges of sand rippled by shallow water. Memories of collected shells, long thin razor shells, cockle shells, mussels, spirals and smooth. So many types.
All these memories were made on various holidays and day trips to beaches, looking out over the sea, walking through seaweed that littered beaches, sand flies and sand hoppers.
Remembering catching various trains, some of them were steam trains. Watching the countryside fly by, a river running on one side of the train, then the other. The train running past the caravan site we stayed at.
Sunshine, rain, home made cooking in the caravan on a tiny stove. Sleeping on a bed made of boards and cushions where the table had stood. Gas mantles that hissed when mom lit the lights at night.
The tiny crab that escaped from my plastic bucket and spade and hid in my shoe… And it’s pincers snapping on my little toe!
Memories and the wish to make more. Missing the seaside.
A warm evening, so we walked along past this grassy area. Unfortunately I’d forgotten I have hay-fever, (it’s just the start of the season) so I walked round with my eyes itching!
I think the flowers are buttercups and dasies, Is there is a song with those words in it? Good to see the flowers though. The bees were buzzing around and enjoying them.
We walked about three miles, we saw a few people and actually chatted at a distance, but it was good to get out.
Art can be anything
Anything if you experiment
Experiment and learn
Learn to try
Try to play.
Play with Art
Art….
My handrail is coming off at the bottom of the stairs. I’m debating what to do. I think the plaster has crumbled under the force of me holding on to it, it has been a bit damp there so it could be that which has caused it.
Anyway I’m going to try using a strong adhesive. Possibly by glueing the rawl plugs in place first, then using it to glue the plate in place and screening up the screws back into the wall. Does this make sense? Fingers crossed!
The sky was stunning tonight, layers of cloud with light escaping from behind them. Reds, yellows, oranges, purples and some blues. Silhouettes of trees and buildings and the fencing around the Croft at Thistley Hough.
Ou could even see wisps of snow or rain falling from the clouds but not reaching the ground.
Taken about 9.45 pm tonight….
I looked at all my book cases and realised how eclectic my reading must be. I’m not sure exactly how many booked I have but I gave up counting after I reached over 1000.
Sci-fi, science (biology, chemistry, physics) novels, biography, art, graphics, illustration, history, old books, new books, even magic Eye books from a couple of decades ago.
Can your reading be too chaotic? I’ve got a book about chaos theory… There are a few cookery books and travel books. There are books that were Christmas presents, birthday presents, and ones I bought for my college course. Too many? I don’t know….
Rough sketches, three panel wordless piece. I experimented with colour and the positioning of the panels. Also could it be a front, side or top or bottom view of the cat and of it breaking out through the cat flap? Could the sequence change? What are the cats emotions? Why does it want to get out? Fear, adventure, looking for a friend? Lots of reasons, even sunshine….? Or a bird it’s seen singing outside… Oh dear!
Sharing a friends thoughts to let her know I listening x
I was reading my book after a very long time today. 3 poems into it I went like…how fucked my life was?
I could tell it came from the darkest place I have ever been. But then I was surprised I was there, and came out of it.
And now I’m here, sometimes your own past seems unbelievable.
I’m glad I am out but I can’t write like that anymore. Or not now at least. The reason I couldn’t publish 2nd book.
My poetry has lost its intensity.
Part of me want that fire back, but other part of me doesn’t want to go through it ever again.
Life is so weird.
We don’t get everything. But then we don’t know what we want.
Last week I was sick, and then meds made me worse. Wrote this piece and forgot to post it:
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After a course of anti-allergy you…
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