Waves of people

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People are like the sea, they come in waves. Five minutes ago the tide was out. No one here. The next the tide is in and people drift past like a shoal of fish. Different shapes and sizes, like around a coral reef, browsing at the stalls and being caught in the tenticles of sea urchins, or feeding from the little pottery stall. ( mixed metaphors or what?) some people drift past my stall, others stop to browse. Occasionally people buy… Its all good, as they say….

Don’t undersell?

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I’m a bad person! I try and sell things at a reasonable price, but then I like being nice to people and I often haggle myself down on prices! It’s like I’m at a car boot not a craft fair. Help! But I can’t employ someone. Got to do it for myself…

I think everyone should have the opportunity to have art if they want it, and forget that people have to make a living out of it. I will not be winning business woman of the year…

While I was stall sitting I did a quick sketch of people around a stall across the way from me. There are some lovely things for sale. On the whole I’m enjoying myself.

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Stoke Minster.

This afternoon, after singing with the curiosity choir, a scratch choir made up of two choirs I’m in and members of the public, I visited a craft fair at Stoke Minster in Stoke, Stoke-on-Trent.

It’s a beautiful victorian church, it’s basically the main church in the city, where funerals of famous city residents have taken place.

This is not a cathedral, but I think it ought to be. If not on religious grounds, then for the respect of the city.

On a dark grey day the windows lightened my mood. So beautiful and poignant.

Bees and holly

I’m doing a few more pictures now. The yellow Bee on a yellow flower needs refining, I might make the centre of the flower a bit more orange or gold. The Holly was a bit of an experiment. The background is quite abstract. I might paint a banner across it saying Holly and Ivy, and add some Ivy scrambling up through the Holly plant. Or I might just brighten the Holly berries. Not sure…. More to follow.

Murder at the Leopard

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Just been up to Burslem to try and see my paintings in the back room of the Leopard Hotel. Unfortunately they were closed. I think they run ghost hunts late in the evening so I had a look through the photos of murals I painted and spookily found this one.

The story I was told that the back room used to be split into small snug areas with wooden panelling. Apparently a woman was found in the back room. She had been Murdered, her throat was cut. I know no more about it but the mural was meant to depict it. I do remember being in the back room and hearing strange noises, it could have been the beer pumps. I would go into the bar to get away from it. I wasn’t exactly scared but felt a bit nervous.

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