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I love colour as you can see.
Colour is the best option for me.
Bright colours are very good.
Not just black and white could
grab my mind…
Without colour I am blind…
I love a spectrum of every hue.
Yellow, red, gold, bronze and blue.
Purple and orange fight to be seen,
Not to mention beautiful green.
So of I will go to paint again.
My palette with new colours, lain.
You know the inkblot test? Rorschach test? Why does this photo remind me of rabbits doing a Morris dance? Or laying the drums?
Photo of the sunrise about a month ago I think, with overgrown hedge and trees.
I can see ears, eyes, mouth and nose. Mind you I’ve always seen patterns in wallpaper. Sometimes I see a splodge and from then on I can’t get away from the image of Marge Simpsons blue bin, or a horse rearing…. Why? I don’t know.
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Norman my white nosed reindeer…. 
Norman is hoping to be a stand in Reindeer at Christmas. He’s wants to be an understudy for Santa’s team.
He says that he’s waited five hundred years for the chance and his nose has turned white with age. He’s wearing his favourite stripey woolley jumper and has borrowed a set of Santa’s braces to keep his trousers up. He feels the cold at the North Pole because of his age.
Norman almost went out in 1960 when Dasher had a pulled hamstring from dashing and crashing about, but he missed out when a reindeer called Snowy took Dashers’ place.
Norman says his sense of direction can let him down. He once flew to the South Pole by mistake but did make friends with the King Penguins down there. He now takes a blow up globe and a compass with him so that he can find his way around the world.
Norman has a month to prove himself so he can go on this year’s Christmas run.
Photo of Jodrell Bank Observatory I took in 2011.
See that star up there?
That’s a planet Galileo saw.
See the dots across its face?
Moons that circle it apace.
Moving further into space,
Stars and gas, nebulae like lace.
Gazing further, higher, far
Supernovae, neutron star.
Galaxies fly apart so fast
Hubbles constant, Doppler’s haste.
Black holes tug at other worlds,
Gravity wells where stars are hurled.
Big bang was expanding
Dark matter we’re not understanding..
Cosmic microwave background energy.
Look out from our earth observatory.
I drew this a couple of years ago. I was trying to find something magical but not the usual Halloween images of pumpkins or spiders webs. The story of the phoenix rebirth from fire is quite ancient. There was a children’s programme in the 1970’s that had a phoenix at the heart of it. I remember it being quite badly done because it was before CGI, but I think I enjoyed it. Perhaps it was on at Sunday tea time? It was in the era before children got their own TV channels. I don’t remember much more about it.
When I drew this image in ArtRage oils, the free app, and then Layout to duplicate it, I didn’t really know how they worked. And yet I’m pleased with the results. I guess sometimes simpler things look better. My hubby reckons I overwork things, but I just think I want them to look finished, I am not exactly a perfectionist, but I know when somethings done…anyway I hope you like these….
Goodnight x
All hallows eve. The night before all saints day, Halloween. October 31st. Tomorrow…
It was almost midnight. The moon was about half full, gliding in and out from behind the clouds. Smoke from an early November 5th bonfire drifted across the woodland. A mist was forming and swirling around the trees.
Why am I doing this? She thought for the thousandth time. Why do I want to be a Witch? It was all very strange. The recruitment, in a cafe! What did they think they were, spies?
Next to her stood her best friend, Gerry, she was slightly older and into Wiccan ideas, she had persuaded her to come along. Come on, whispered Gerry. It’s almost midnight.
They followed a short path through the trees. Their bare legs scratched and nettled. Not far now. They came out into a wide open space, a gap in the trees. One Oak sapling grew at the centre of the clearing. A crude rock alter lay in front of it. The clearing was full of women in black dresses and capes, holding broomsticks and with the traditional conical hats on their heads. She started to laugh. This was ridicuous. She shivered, all she and Gerry were wearing were dark cloaks like those of the women in front of her. What am I bloody well doing…..
Come forward, a tall woman ordered them. Kneel. Put your heads on the altar.
What? She struggled so two women grabbed her and pushed her down. She felt the slab of rock cold against her cheek.
People danced and a fire flickered, out of the corner of her eye she saw the leaves falling like snow from the trees although there was no wind or breeze.
She heard cackling laughter and the tall woman sat astride her broomstick. It lifted! Slowly the woman rose, all the while maniacal laughter flying from her mouth. Twice round the clearing. The witches gradually stepped forward and surrounded the two women at the altar.
The tall woman landed next to them.
You have both passed the test, she said. You are now witches. I salute you.
Would you like a Sloe Gin with tonic and ice ?
Well more autumn woman really. This popped up on my Facebook memories from three years ago. I’d forgotten about her. I did something similar last year, but I like this one more. I like the splurge of bright colours. I like her eyes. It went to a friend who appreciated it but to be honest there were a few people who enjoyed it.
As with all my art I like painting themes but I don’t stick to the same idea all the time. Currently my ainting include industrial archeology and history, portraits of people and animals. Space images, green men, women and animals. I do not like painting the same images constantly, my brain is fizzing too much to do that. X
Filters. How many? I think about five in my vacuum cleaner. All of them get blocked up. So when you come to clean them out you have to clear each one. Having long hair and cats doesn’t help. Our old cleaner was a lot more efficient and needed less maintenance. I guess the twists and turns dust has to follow through the machine, causes the blockages, like blood clots in a branching venous system. Not to mention… Hubby’s socks that get left in odd places and cause more problems! Argh!
Glass pieces we just collected from Angela Ashtons glass workshop. The square pin trays are by my hubby and the smaller pieces are mine. They have been drilled so they can have chains or laces to turn them into necklaces.
I’ve enjoyed doing these and I hope I can do more in the future.
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Mallaband-Brown