New paintings and regular art updates.
Marigold? I’m not sure. Taken 14 years ago, came up on Facebook memories. The brilliant orange makes me want to eat fruit! I think there’s a tiny bee or wasp sitting in it. I think it was taken on a digital camera not on my phone. Not bad memory. I can even remember my friends garden where the photo was taken.
I have a good friend who has become slightly obsessed with a subject. She is determined to get her point of view across but I fundamentally disagree with her. I said as much on a post today but she wasn’t impressed. I can’t get her to understand you shouldn’t tar everyone with the same brush. Not everyone is the same, not everyone of a certain type of person will act in a specific way.
She started to talk about someone and I pointed out that my examples were not that person and I wasn’t going to describe or identify them. I don’t think that’s the right thing to do in public.
So why talk about communication? Well it’s that thing about nuance. Unless you write exactly the right words it’s hard to get your point across. Typing and texting don’t show emotions so maybe physically talking to that person might get your message across better than in writing. At the moment I’m nervous to respond to her, I don’t want to lose her friendship.
Macro shot of part of my hubbys flat cap from a few years ago.
It’s another one of the photos I found in Facebook memories. It reminds me of how he used to dress. More like a Lancashire farmer than someone living in a modern town. With a tweed jacket and old working mens trousers or jeans. A plaid shirt and boots or black leather shoes. His hair was usually escaping from under that flat cap. He sometimes got called the mad professor because his hairstyle was much like Einstein’s or other times curly when what was left of his hair was uncovered.
A big man, strong. He loved cycling and science. He knew such a lot of things but was often troubled. Bad memories of childhood. Our partnership was of mutual support. Mutual love. I remember his cheeky grin and the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
Yes this photo bought back many memories.
9.2.25 looking or searching for inspiration.
#bandofsketchers prompt was search. Haven’t done this much for months. Biro in a sketchbook.
It’s a prompting challenge I used to do on Facebook but things got on top of me. Maybe I’ll be able to get into it again. X
Facebook memory. This was clearly more than a year ago, (hubby died December 2023) but I probably posted it to Facebook then. It still shocks me to see photos of him pop up like he was never gone. X
From 2018, I don’t remember making this collage of blossom against a pastel sky, but thanks to Facebook it just popped up.
I like it, but it feels a bit too diffuse and fuzzy. Maybe the horizon between the two miffored images could have been placed higher or lower so that it became more defined. But it certainly feels watery. I do have fun doing these.
I found this photo of a tin cat knocking about in my Facebook memories recently. I think you were meant to put a tea light in it? I had it for a few years but I think it eventually rusted through. I guess a bird could nest in it although I never saw any inside it. A cat with a bird in its mouth isn’t a good idea anyway. I love it’s shocked or scared expression.
I decided to write a poem on a poetry page on Facebook. Here it is.
I would like to be brave and post something here.
But my poems are mostly spontaneous.
An explosion of thought on the page.
My mind dances around thoughts,
Spiralling into nooks and crannies.
Flying across the landscape of my brain.
Hopefully landing safely and intact.
Life, words, misunderstanding.
Write a post.
Be accused of spam.
No explanation that makes sense
Accusation not understanding
Unjustified censorship
Because there is no subtle thought
No questioning
Just bland arguing
Failing all.
Gobbledegook again.
Misunderstanding can be discussed
In a fair world.
Drawings from a few years ago at the Dorothy Clive garden that came up on my Facebook memories today. Happier days, when things were not so difficult. Sometimes time should be allowed to go backwards. Even if it’s like the film back to the future. A few hours to tweak the space time continuum. Then I could still be happy. But nil desperandum I need to get on with life. No regrets? I don’t think so.
Mallaband-Brown