New paintings and regular art updates.
A rescue cat. Another photo from forty years ago. This was our old cat. He was due to be put down because he wasn’t wanted so we took him in. He lived another year and died of old age and kidney problems. I did a painting of this photo on an old wooden cupboard door as I didn’t have the money to afford any canvases while I was on holiday from college. The painting was exhibited and sold to someone at Stoke Garden Festival I think? And I did love him, even though it was for a limited time.
photo across the ages from forty years ago when I first went to college. Why? The sky was dirtier, there was dust and smoke in the air from places like the Michelin Tyre Factory. I don’t know if that’s a chimney in the distance or a crane.
Why keep blurry old photos? They link you to memories of a time long gone, of a changed world. Where there was some interest in pollution and ozone holes, but not enough pressure to improve things.
Maybe I should just delete this, but this was a prompt I wanted to use.
Storm tossed in my duvet
Slipping beneath waves of sleep,
Sometimes floating
Or clawing back to the surface.
Submerged in dreams
And in my galleon
Surrounded by dolphins
I finally wake
In the safe port
In the harbour,
Of bed…
Snow clouds, but not much snow, just little bobbles like polystyrene bits, or tiny fuzzy flakes. Apparently the east of the country is badly hit with thick drifts of snow, we just have the freezing winds at the mo!
I keep seeing this stencil around our city. I think it’s a work by a local artist called ‘stokesy’? Whoever it is they are emulating Banksy.
I like these, it feels like they care about the city. There is a neatness and confidence about them. They are representative of the creative spirit of the city of the Potteries. The home of Clarice Cliff and Suzie Cooper, Emma Bridgewater, Wedgewood, and all the potteries and makers in the area. I ❤️ this city, I ♥️ Stoke-on-Trent.
Just as I’m about to write about potteries and bottle ovens my phone has decided to drop below 5%. I’m going to have to put it on charge, its a race between typing and the power going off. Years ago I wouldn’t have had a phone, just the land line. How free we are to type stuff….. OK got to go!
Oh what patterns they make
Waving in the air
Wind sighing and soughing
Rattling the twigs,
Scudding clouds scuttling.
Crossing the moon.
Witches fingers claw the sky
Bristling branches riding high.
Each security light blinks
On and off
On and off..
Mad morse code
Storm warning
It hasn’t snowed yet, but snow showers are expected in the next couple of days. Its very cold at the moment with a driving easterly wind. I haven’t been able to get the house warm all day. I was OK after my walk, but my hands are cold now. I’ve just put the oven on to cook our evening meal, and hopefully it will help put the temperature up. Tomorrow I’m planning to walk along the canal, about five miles. I must be mad! The wind chill might be down to – 7°C
Digital drawing I did a few years ago. It’s a ceramic bottle that we unearthed in the garden if I remember correctly. I like the train symbol on the front. It might be something g to do with the name, or the place it was made? But because it is old I’m nor sure. I really like the image on it. I guess it’s transfer printed.
On the windowledge drawn last night
Orchid plant observational drawing, drawn with a letter ink roller that you normally use to blot out addresses on letters. Then filled in with watercolours.
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