Chequer board

A collaged image of a draughts board and chequers. I thought it had a slight look of a 1960’s pop music set. With this image hanging down as scenery behind a band like the new seekers, or Freddie and the Dreamers. I could imagine it on a black and white TV with microphone stands, guitars and a drumkit just waiting to be played.

Little poppy

I had a lovely afternoon out so I gave my friend this small painting to say thank you. It’s only about three inches square. We had gone to a garden center so I felt it would be nice to give her something floral. Poppies are my favourite flower, vibrant and silken looking. This is a simple painting in acrylic. Drops of dew or rain sit on the petals and shimmer in the light. A bud ready to burst sits next to the flower with it’s promise of further beauty.

Changes

Why do people change things?

You’re just getting used to a place, and then someone decides to change things around. Like our supermarket. It was recently ‘refurbished’, in other words taken apart like a jigsaw and put back together in a different way. They increased the stock but moved everything round. The problem is I can’t find things. The signage doesn’t correspond with what’s on the shelves! A shop used to take 10 minutes, now?

So I go somewhere else now for the majority of my shopping. Leave things alone! If it isn’t broke don’t try and fix it!

Facebook does it all the time, just when you think you know what you are doing they change it. So you get questions asking if you want more or less posts…. When you just want the same as before.

Today, jetpack has added a ‘me’ option. Plus some sort of acceptance request, it’s changed stuff…. Leave it alone so I know what I’m doing. I’m an artist, I paint blue sky, I don’t paint it green for a change and tell you all future skies will be green! Going from WordPress to Jetpack was annoying. I did it. Don’t mess it up!

Painting

A photo of a previous exhibition of my work.

Which activities make you lose track of time?

Art, and particularly painting is where I get “flow”, that is lose track of time when I’m creating art. Sometimes I can go months without painting, but I still create things either by drawing or working on digital art.

From my earliest memories I can remember painting and drawing. It got to the stage where my mom would show relatives my art because she thought they were good. I only had half a bedroom because I shared and that was on the window side, so to display my art I strung strings across the bedroom and hung my pictures from them!

I was obsessed with Elizabethan fashions and used to draw women and men in great dresses and suits of silk, with slashed sleeves and enormous ruffs around their necks. I was also interested in the Asterix the Gaul and would copy the cartoons of him and the other characters. I would spend hours getting the images correct. I think that was when I started getting better at drawing.

I remember spending hours over my art exam paintings. In fact one of my paintings was selected to be put on display at our twin town in Europe.

I think they say you have to do something for 10,000 hours to become an expert. I must have done far more than that. But the time has flown and I don’t recall it being hard work, “time just flies when you are having fun” is a saying that I think is based on what happens when you do an activity and you lose track of time.

Tangled

A drawing from a while ago. It was called molecules. I was trying to find an image that describes my tangled brain. I think I’m OK, then I don’t know. I’m trying to do things, but I’m tied up inside a cotton sack, trying to find the way out.

Am I being dramatic? Perhaps, I have lots of thoughts about what I want to do, but the procrastination gets me all the time. The older I get, the less enthusiasm I have. Sorry, its just one of those nights. I’m watching a sad film and it’s getting to me. I sometimes feel time is running out. Grief is a tight knot. Like a molecule, twisting and turning. Time for some rest perhaps…… I’ll be OK….