Declutter in summer?

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.

Fait acompli

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.

Stop feeling sorry for myself.

Accept its happened.

Have time to mourn.

Try and recover.

It’s only a building,

Sadness,

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Tired

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.

Swinging sanity book has arrived

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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.”

ISBN 9798618202992

Printed in Poland by Amazon Fulfillment.

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Drawing emotions

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Sad or sadness?

Down turned mouth and soulful eyes,

A flicker of tears moisten the lashes.

A sigh finds its way stifled by closed lips.

What made that face?

A drawing application,

Or my thoughts dragged from finger to screen.

A digital frown of sorrow….

A sigh finally escapes.

No I’m not feeling sad but I just thought I would try and draw emotions. I would like to do a series of simple pictures to express different feelings.