New paintings and regular art updates.
St Thomas church in Penkhull was built in 1842. I painted this banner in about 2017 or 18 I think. Only 175 years later.
Things have changed for women over that time. We got the vote. There is is now a woman Archbishop of Canterbury. We have more control over our bodies our health our education. We have even been around the far side of the moon! And we have had female prime ministers and Presidents. Some countries are trying to remove our rights. We will not give them up without a fight!
The closing date for entries for a local open exhibition is the 25th of May. I’m wondering if it’s even worth trying but you’ve got to have a go haven’t you?
I’ll see what I can do to improve this WIP. Working title, Catfish. Acrylic on canvas. X
Drawing a few cards for an art group I go to’s summer fair. I decided to use cats with patterns as a design. There is a cat in a hat, a sleepy sort of leopard style one and a couple sitting together.
I did quite a few last week of just cat heads and shoulders. It’s nice to just do a bit of relaxing illustration. The pens are a bit dried out so I’ve had to be selective with the colours. X
I really like this, my friend Julie painted this sign for part of the scenery for the play we are doing in May. It definitely gives a feeling of rusty metal, although it’s just painted in acrylics on a piece of cardboard. She’s definitely given it a spooky feel.
Washed by the sea
Spun by the tide
Attached to a rope
No where to hide
Grow as a colony
Rinced with wet salt
Water gives life
Cleaning and filtering
Making a home….
Look what I found rooting around in a carrier bag, two large tubes of brown and green paint that were needed for the treetrunks we have made for the play.
Not a bad find at 2.30am last night. I’ve got so much art equipment and supplies that I have accrued over several years. I really need to try and sort it all out.
It’s a bad trait sometimes, I’m like a kid in a sweetie shop, I can’t resist!
Turning a bookcase into a rock…
Hours of work. Today I finished painting the back of the bookcase to turn it into a rock that goes in front of a creepy cave…. My friend covered the spell books and added the skull and hand to the bookcase side. .
It took me three hours to paint the rocky surface with many rests and sitting down to get my strength back. I’m shattered.
Recently….
Someone explain… First my car broke, now the water supply to the bathroom is bust. I had a flood on Sunday. And my fridge is freezing things, my microwave is on the way out, my hoover stopped working, and today my oil heater conked! Plus I had to sort out my phone… And the fence blew over..
I said I don’t mind having bad luck.. But this is ridiculous! Things must get better soon..
I’m painting, mind freed, ping, I can’t stop! It’s always like this, winter stops me, a bit of light and I’m painting again. I think the beechband and is helping, I feel like I can enjoy this process. The Parkinsons is still plaguing me, but if I concentrate I can paint!
It wasn’t to be. Yesterday I thought I’d been lucky, a friend had been called her entry for the open exhibition was not successful. I waited all day, no call, no email. Could it be?
Discussed with another artist, you’re a cert she said. No problem.
About 10 am, the call came, I waited a second to decide whether I was assuming yes or no? Joy or gloom?
Sorry, you were not successful this time. A pleasant woman’s voice.. Gloom, then a realisation. I had managed to do something that I hadn’t done for a while. I’d painted a piece of art.. I don’t care about the judges. I LIKE it!
Mallaband-Brown