Just got rid of twenty books to the local charity shop.
Relocating ‘stuff’ is hard work in the Summer. Especially since its forecast 29 to 30°C over the next couple of days. We found a damp patch so now there a tray of absorbent crystals under this space, I think it’s just condensation because it was stuffed with books!
That’s the main problem, books, more than one thousand when I gave up counting. The trouble is that especially with hubby, every book has to be checked to see if he still wants it, there is a lot of emotional attachment, a lot of connections and memories. I’m proud of him. So this spring cleaning in the summer is hard and tedious work, but it needs doing.
As I get older I realise I can’t go back in time. Entropy, the movement of things from order to disorder. Things break down. Chaos increases. Things burn down. Look at the dinosaurs, they dissappeared. The Burslem Leopard Hotel is now extinct. My time there is lost.
Just a black and white sketch of a face which I then did a small edit on through the photodirector app.
Yes I am a bit tired. But this is more about trying to draw emotions without a reference image. I can see a lot of mistakes, particularly where I’ve mirrored the image. The nose does not sit right, the shading is wrong. But I like using cross hatching. I like thin pens. I don’t think its too bad.
My friends poetry collection has arrived via Amazon. I’d been told not to expect it yet, but I got it this afternoon.. . Its by N. F. Mirza. A woman I met through WordPress. Her account here is #or @ stoneronarollercoaster. (I don’t know how it works).
She supports and encourages people and is a very interesting person. Quote “a quintessential weirdo, who was supposed to be crunching numbers but these days crunches words, colours and charcoal instead.”