New paintings and regular art updates.
I went to the garden centre today, it was crammed with lots of colourful flowers and I wanted to fill a trolley with lots of plants to put in the garden like I do every year. But this year is different. I am not strong enough to lift and carry compost, to fill the pots, I don’t think I should walk around the garden incase I fall, I want to do something, but my friend who would help is ill. I’m going to try and ask another friend to help out. Wish me luck. I still want a beautiful display.
One of my favourite flowers is the poppy, Papa er.
Different shapes, sizes, and colours.
Oriental poppies (large reds and pinks), californian poppies (small and orange) , Welsh (yellows), Himalayan (largish, pale blue) wild British poppies (reds, pinks and white), some are called Shirley’s mixed or ladybird with black splodge.
Their petals are enclosed in bulbous green capsules until they open to display paper petals that unfurl into lovely flowers. A central large seed head like a pepper shaker is left to dry and mature after the petals fall.
Poppy juice is collected and has been used in medicine over the ages, but this can be dangerous. Don’t do anything but admire the flowers beauty.
Old willow tree
Standing tall
Your long thin leaves
Now wave and fall
From green to gold
And yellow hue
Fluttering against
A sky of blue.
Then wind blows strong
Storm comes along
Your leaves are shredded
And stripped
To lie among
The fallen mulch
For slugs and snails
To munch!
For the last couple of weeks fireworks have been going off in the UK to celebrate bonfire night and possibly eid and Halloween too. But last night was the loudest and longest session.
I’d been out and was driving home. At the top of our hill I could see the flashes and bangs of massive fireworks across the city. The weather was clear and dry so I could see a lot of sparkling colours. I’m glad I went home, my poor cats were petrified. I’d forgotten to leave the radio on to drown out the noise. They soon settled down though x
I was driving so couldn’t take a photo but decided to try and draw an idea of a rocket going off in my Artrage app.
Glass bottles on a windowsill, crinkled glass window panes behind.
Seen last night at the Greyhound inn at Penkhull. Such a simple idea but effective. Now I’m seeing colours better, I’m noticing things like this. Everything seems to sparkle and shine. I’m so lucky to have had cataract surgery. I hope people who need it get it too.
The sky was so clear tonight, the shades and colours were so subtle. Blue, then purple, pink, orange and yellow. The trees silhouetted against the light. It was glowing and I could really see the colours for a change. I realise how much my sight has improved with every new vista. I’m hoping it continues and nothing goes wrong. It was glorious.
A quick sketch for a prompt “flutter” for a group I’m in called bandofsketchers. A butterfly drawn in Artrage app on my phone. It’s a bit scribbly, but it is meant to be a sketch…
A satsuma and a plum. Part of my five fruit and vegetables a day. Refreshing when you have been practising songs for a couple of hours. I balanced them on top of each other just to make an interesting photo. They are resting on an old table that has been used for artwork.
That old Pareidolia kicking in again.
The dragons head upper left, then a thin neck and body, looking a bit like a viking boat. Finally a great sail of a wing catching the glow from the setting sun.
This was last Monday and it lingered on my phone until I found it today.
I don’t see sunsets very often because I’m on the wrong side of the hill. This was at the top of our hill and there are still buildings and trees in the way and as the sun drifts northwest as it sets in the summer there is more vegetation in the way.
Oh well
Not selected
Does not mean bad
Or unsuitable?
People have to fit in
With the style
The colours
The motifs
Of an exhibition.
Anyway
I liked it X
Mallaband-Brown