New paintings and regular art updates.
My friend brought this to our writing group today. She had written a story about it because she has loved it all her life and has shown it to some antiques experts. I asked if I could draw it.
She called it “The little runner”. I sketched it today. It’s of a running greyhound. It’s a studio pottery piece by Anne Potts, an Art Deco ornament she made aged 16 in the 1930’s. Totally unique. She went on to be a famous potter from Stoke-on-Trent.
My first drawing after my cateract operation. It was just a quick sketch, a drawing of a friend. I was really scared I wouldn’t be able to sketch, but there I was shading in with a pencil. I had forgotten the pleasure I get from being creative. Now I need to keep doing more!
She’s regal
A true queen.
Jumps across me at bedtime
She has made her own space.
Black and white
Cute and small.
Friend.
Kingfisher painting that was up for sale at Etruria Industrial museum today. Please to say a friend bought it. What a nice surprise and I know it’s going to a good home. Kingfisher feathers look blue but are actually brown. It’s the irridecence of their feathers that makes the colour glow.
My friend had keylime pie for afters this evening. It looks delicious and she let me taste it. Very zesty and tasty. I had a slightly uninspired chocolate and vanilla ice cream sundae for my pud. Naughty but nice is the expression I would use. I’m going to have to stop eating ice creams but this hot weather we’ve been having has tempted me. By the way the colour is too yellow in this photo, it was almost fluo green! Or that might be my eyes?
It’s a wire cat my friend made, she’s done fairys and birds and squirrels. But now she’s gone onto making cats. I really like this, it’s about 12 inches tall and 9 inches wide. I’ve got it on my windowsill along with a collection of ornaments and a couple of plants (which I keep forgetting to water). I think its well modelled and quite cute. She certainly put a lot of work into it.
My friend took me out this afternoon for lunch. We went to a pub called the Star at Stone and had a pleasant lunch. It’s on the Trent and Mersey canal and sits next to the towpath so it’s reachable from the water as well as the road. The decor is quite rustic and a nice mash up of old chairs and oak tables.
On the way home we drove home through the countryside on a road that parallels the main road but is more twisty and interesting. The sun was low and shining on the sides of buildings giving them a beautiful glow. A definite pick me up after days of grey mist.
A friend just came round to see how I was. I’d just finished watching the George C Scott version of a Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, so I was happy to ask her in. She’s a lovely person but a bit excitable and overwhelming.
Anyway she started tidying up the kitchen and put some things in the recycling bin. I heard her moving things and came in to find she was mixing up the types of waste. Not only that she had put my refillable olive oil bottle in the bin. I had to ask her to stop and pulled it back out again. Then she went in the bathroom and managed to break a bit off the tap, (it just needed screwing back in place).
I know how my stuff works and she could have asked instead of coming in like a bull in a China shop. I appreciated her concern for me but please let me do things my own way.
By the time we had chatted for half an hour I was feeling fraught. Thats why I feel a bit grumpy/scroogy. I’ve got used to my own company, I like doing things my own way and I was getting frustrated by her trying to take over. She’s gone now and so has my almost Migraine. It’s left me feeling like a bad host!
Ouch! Kneading my leg, pulling holes in my leggings. I know you love me but that hurt! Sharp claws might be a good hunting tool for cats, but my flesh is punctured! I love you dearly, but sometimes you dig in too hard. Please get off my lap. I’m off to get a drink and a few painkillers!
No it’s a friends knee!
My friend was wearing a pair of trousers with abstract cats on it. At one stage the folds in the cloth made it look like a giant, one eyed alien cat was staring at me.
I can imagine a world with different coloured beasts, each of them monocular or cyclopean. Perhaps they have no need for binocular vision, especially if the planet is always foggy so you never get to see great distances. Or an ocean world with dim views of reefs full of eel like creatures? Colours would be similar to the way octopuses or squids change when attacked or showing emotions.
Whatever you want to think, but I do like the bizarreness of this photo.
Mallaband-Brown