New paintings and regular art updates.
The sitting bench became a potting bench. Now it’s become a rotting bench! Moss covered and with holes. It was never varnished and the rain over a few years just got to it. One day I will try and replace it with something more solid. Sad demise of an old friend. Hubby used to sit and read the paper on it.
Why are you facing inwards bench?
Can’t you see the beautiful view?
The green and yellow hills
Beyond the fence…
Tiny farmhouses dotted alongside feilds
Sun shining on a golden harvest?
But I look in, said the bench
I see the quarry garden
Dug out of soil and stone
Carved into a bowl
Lined with rhododendrons
Azaleas, beech trees, oaks
Full of colour now, gaudy flowers
A waterfall splashes and ploshes
In the quarry cauldron
Hidden sculptures in maze like paths
Yes beyond the fence is lovely
But the Dorothy Clive garden is special.
There is a group for anything on Facebook. I recently joined the bench appreciation society page. It makes you look out for things. In this case I found four seperate benches while I was out yesterday. I enjoyed sitting on them for a rest and contemplating my surroundings. Hearing the wind soughing through the trees and the birds singing beautifully lifted my spirits. I’m hopeful of going out again soon.
Working on this but the twigs are too thick and dark. I might try and thin them down or paint over them and make them lighter. I need a thinner brush, just a few bristles. Hmm…. And daylight, it’s hard painting under artificial light.
Started this acrylic on canvas today. It’s from a photo of Westport Lake I took at the weekend, it’s about 9 inches by 6. Or maybe a bit bigger? I want to do more to the trees and undergrowth. I’ve got some metallic bronze to give a watery reflective effect. I like the empty bench, it feels lonely and reflective.
Somewhere to sit
Somewhere to think
Look at the view
(a car park?)
Time to rest with your shopping
Before you go to the car!
Not one for a memorial…
Here sat Hilda
Her shopping bag
Was too heavy
And her chicken defrosted
Before she got it home….
Name your top three pet peeves.
MY THREE PET PEEVES….
TV adverts
Musac (especially Christmas musac) in stores in July….
Stressful situations at home (that don’t have to be)
So I wrote this poem:
Take a seat
Take a seat
Brush off the leaves
Wipe away the rain
Sit down and breathe….
It’s wet under the trees, and the old bench that sits next to the kitchen gets damp. We don’t sit on it very often and it’s started to fall apart. I guess we should have varnished it when we got it. Maybe we should replace it with a metal one? Now it’s basically used for pots and potting on. The moss is getting rampant. The leaves need clearing up. Oh well, we live and learn.
Sit on a bench
Be quiet
Listen to a Robin
Trilling his song.
The wind floats leaves
Wafted from branches
Zig zagging down.
A sudden breeze
Twirls and swirls
In a mini tornado
The gust stops
Leaves settle.
My gaze settles
My breath, released.
Sleep gently beckons,
Rest a while
Feel the warm rays
Of the sun
Beaming down.
Tiredness hits you
Like a weighted blanket
Heavy lids shut
Summer breeze
Brushes your cheek.
Scent of roses
All encompasses
Your senses
Sleep a while
And be glad.
Mallaband-Brown