New paintings and regular art updates.
Found in the garden under a bush. She was wrapped in ivy and laurel leaves. Lost in our garden. A wood fairy or sprite, turned not to stone, but sadly only resin. Still, she slowly danced through spring and autumn, summer and winter. Slowly submerged in vegetation. I’m glad she’s rescued. Now she’s in the yard, surrounded by petals and colours. Nasturtiums, petunias, fushias, begonias, a true flower fairy. Blooming lovely.
I thought I’d post another picture of my old art stuff. I’ve certainly collected a lot of art equipment over the years. The pastels have dried out but the pencils are still OK. The watercolours are a bit old and powdery, maybe I can use them in a painting.
Ask me how old they are? I think twenty or thirty years old? Certainly not when I was at college, but not long after that.
Where is the box now? I think its upstairs somewhere. This photo was taken a year or two ago. I have a tenancy to find things, then put them somewhere ‘safe’ again. Which means I’ll probably not see them for another ten years! Life….
He’s back! Came in 3am, very thirsty, covered in dirt. Smells of smoke? I’ve looked him over, now cleaning him gently. Will take him down the vets in the morning for a check over but I just want him to rest now.
He’s really dirty. I think he must have been stuck somewhere. He’s a bit whezy so I’ll take him to the vets later…
I found this upstairs earlier so I put some batteries in and then watched the sparks flitting round the inside of the sphere. Hubby says it must have a partial vacuum inside it and the colour is possibly caused by Argon?
Does anyone know how it works….
Anyway it made for some interesting photos. But really I’d like to know if it proves any physics theories?
My collection of this stencil has increased today. I seem to be seeing it all over the place. I like it, makes me think about the creativity of the city. Yes we should have dreams, maybe small city dreams, little city daydreams, tiny city ambitions? I can think of lots of three word versions of the phrase….
I found this in the front bedroom while having a clear out. It’s the photo I used to base a painting of my old cat on. Looking up the stairs at the window. It’s great to find it, it brings back great memories of a very friendly intelligent cat. She used to like sitting in the sun on the windowledge. She would sit there in the mornings until the sun moved round to the other side of the house, then she would move to the bedroom window, or she would come downstairs and go out into the garden. Good memories.
This image is for illustration purposes only and does not represent the people in the poem.
Love held them together, and apart, for twenty years,
First love was theirs, second love someone else’s.
Only third love bought them together again.
Maybe a fourth love will change things?
Mallaband-Brown