‘I admit it’ , she said, ‘ I am a hoarder’ .
‘We are concerned about your safety’, said the officer. ‘I have to tell you that, unless you clear up, your home is at risk’.
She closed the door as he left, and thought about what he had said. ‘this is my home’ she thought. ‘But everything I have means something, I love all my nic nacks, my ornaments’.
Reluctantly she started to look through her things, ‘this is the glass cat with the fish, nan gave it me, what shall I do?’
The knock on the door a fortnight later jarred her out of her reverie. ‘who is it?’, ‘your housing officer’ came the reply.
‘Go Away!’ she shouted. ‘I don’t want to see you!’
‘I’m afraid you must. I have a notice of seeking possession here if you won’t work with me!’
‘Work with you? All you did was come round and tell me off!’
‘anyway’ she said ‘I’m buying the house’.
The officer was confused. ‘What do you mean?’ he shouted through the letterbox.
‘My nans glass cat! – turns out it belonged to someone famous, priceless, they called it on the antique street show’.
‘I’m rich she said, now Go Away!’
Drawing really helps keep me calm. This is another doodle I started this morning. I’ve mirrored it to make it more symmetrical and to create a new pattern.
I like drawing in black ink, and by mirroring, it makes a simple act of putting pen to paper more complex.
I may cover the whole page. Might take a few more hours…..
When I try and write limericks they sometimes go OK and other times they are a bit rubbish. With this one I was trying to write about something humorous about a cat in a box. But I found rhyming box too hard and swapped it round with cat. So I came up with this ditty… Not pretty…
A box was full up with a cat
Who also liked wearing a hat
He tried on a beret
That belonged to a ferret.
And shared all his food with a bat…
I enjoy drawing contours, daft I know. It was very time consuming doing this and eventually I decided to stop and leave some white paper showing.
The nuclei of the pattern were coloured dots created from ink coming through the back of the previous page. My hubby thinks they look like electron shells for benzene? I think I understand where he’s coming from. I’m starting a course on illustration on Monday. Trying to calm last minute nerves with a little drawing meditation. Doing this creates flow, and I forget the time, day, the stresses of the world around me.
Today’s challenge in a friends Facebook group was to post a picture of yourself with the colour blue. I can’t find my facepaints so I put on a hat, picked up a magazine and stood in our bathroom with its blue painted walls.
I guess I could filter it and change it to intensify the blue.
Meanwhile I’m thinking of how to depict purple, which is tomorrows challenge. The idea is to collect a whole rainbow of colours and then the admin of the group will create an artwork. Interesting…
I love green. I’ve done a painting of myself as a green woman, and this is a selfie I did in the garden today. I was trying to complete a challenge with a group of friends to post an image of myself with different colours of the rainbow. Today the colour was green. I started out wrapping a pale green scarf round my head, but it didn’t work very well, so I went outside and stuck my head through the leaves of various bushes.
Are you doing any strange challenges or being prompted to do things you wouldn’t normally do?
Art you enjoying doing some crafts or art work. What occupies your time in these odd times?
The wire fairies dance together,
flying in a fair,
Twisting and switching
through the warm air.
Flitting through the flowers,
chasing errant bees,
hiding in the trumpet flowers
of convolvulus and weeds.
Little silver fairies,
made of twisted wire,
forged by clever, loving hands,
metal from the fire.