New paintings and regular art updates.
Take a picture and twist it,
Mix it,
Turn it round and bend it,
Don’t mend it.
Shake it up,
Blend it.
Shape that space,
No disgrace to fix it.
Give it Grace,
Make a place,
New is ace.
Change its face.
There’s no race,
Just keep up your pace.
Spin that pic,
Twin that pic,
Win that pic.
Love that pic.
That pic is sick!
(A possible Rap) x
I just did the strangest thing, I saw it was raining hard outside, and then checked my tablet to see what the weather forecast was saying (light rain). Is this an indication of how addicted to my tablet I am.
Thinking about it, is that why they are called tablet computers? I know that’s not true but it makes you think.
Anyway the rain has just poured out of the sky, all those black and grey piled up clouds finally released their water. If I were living a hundred years ago I would have just watched it, but today I took photos and filmed it! Not such a great event in the scheme of things, hardly worth noting. So why write about it in a blog? If I had a diary and was writing 100 years ago I think it would have been about daily events, or even the war (not known as the 1st world war till later) I certainly would not have taken photos of rain, even if I had a box brownie. I once made a pin hole camera and developed my own pictures. You put a piece of photographic paper inside a biscuit tin in the dark. You make a tiny hole in the tin and cover it. Then you go into a lit room or outside and uncover the pinhole for a second. Cover the hole again then develop the picture in a darkroom. I got some good results.
Anyway, I changed the subject…..yes, rain, good stuff, unless it causes flooding, damage, mud slides……
Bye x
I live in an old house, which creaks and groans like old houses do. Normal, everyday squeaks….
But when we had new windows fitted we got a couple of added moaning noises. For some reason if the wind is in the south the kitchen window moans quite loudly, and if it is in the north the front window whistles. Still this is better than the road traffic noise we used to suffer from.
I am aware of other sounds, like birds thudding heavily as they land on the kitchen roof. The patter of their feet while you are in the bathroom. Water collects on the roof, so they often come down for a drink.
The loudest noise comes from the fridge. When the pump kicks in you can hear it groaning and whimpering into life, like a sad puppy…..it gradually settles down, but in the middle of the night when I’m making myself a coffee it can be quite disconcerting.
Other noises include the mad scrambling clatter of cats paws as they chase each other up and down stairs. One cat has a bell on his collar and it rattles as he moves. Little purring noises as they gather speed.
But the loudest noise of all…. when someone keeps talking when I’m trying to write!
Apologies for my lack of skill in rhyming…..But here is just something I had to write when I saw these two! I am trying not to use plastic bags, so sometimes get shopping in cardboard boxes. My tom cat has decided one is his. So what happens when you bring in a new one? A confusion of cats….
Maybe cats and cupboards?
A confusion of cats,
Sits in a box,
Shrodinger puzzle….
Which box to choose?
Cat on a cupboard ,
Cat sitting up high.
One cat – both boxes,
The other has none.
Share or not share?
Cats have ideas,
Sure of their wills,
always delightful,
and bonkers
Still!
Insomnia bites at my mind.
Makes sleep impossible,
Hides the remote to my dreams,
It gives no respite to my need to rest,
I am a prisoner held in its bright grasp.
Sleep, eludes, escapes, disappears.
5am ..the sun is rising on another day….
Shall I try again for a brief nap?
The click clack of the clock invades my ears,
Makes me hear the dawn chorus….
The radio susserating quietly by my bed…will I drift on …
Onto a narcoleptic ocean, softly, softly, gently falling…
AWAKE!
You glow in the dark to light my way….
Triceratopsically whimsical
Moonlit Dino, horned and frilled,
plastic printed 3d pet.
Your noble stance hides a part of your leg.
Broken off foot, you hobble across the cattle grid trivet
On top of the microwave…
How do you light my way?
Unique l.e.d light, recharged through a usb port.
Your battery flat now after a night on the tiles.
Left on by mistake to light the way of hunting cats,
tigerish moggies that stalk their catnip prey…
So my millions of year old pal, I shall renew your light,
Recharge , rebuild, modern but also ancient
Dino, Tri, Cera, you are Tops!
Im not sure about the juxtaposition of these objects, and I’m certainly not sure if this is a poem, but I thought I would try and write something…..
Come drink at the mirror pool, my Triceratops
Dip your horned snout deep into its glassy surface.
Remember Rhinos or Elephants hidden in time drinking here.
Plastic, printed, broken foot….night light shines to light the way.
My Triceratops, a whim when bought, now friend.
Each brick and brack gathered and coveted. No space for you?
But still you stay….
Triceratops, on a tray, on the microwave…
How random is that place, how chaotic….
My Triceratops please stay.
Penkhull Mystery play day was hot and sunny. I missed the music morning in the church, but managed to watch the flag raised on the village green. The flag was chosen from a competition that was whittled down to 4 combined designs. The flag that won had the cockerel from the weather vane on the church on it, then an oval to to represent the roads up to the green and around it.
Next came Penkhull village brass bands playing popular and beautiful music to the crowd sitting on the green in front of the church.
There was also Morris dancing by Black Dog Molly, and a Hurdy Gurdy man playing ancient tunes, and a bower of song where anyone could come along and sing or play music.
It was time to get changed and ready for the play. I snapped a shot of the scenery I have been painting, but couldn’t get photo’s of the mystery play as I was in it! It went well and we had fun singing and dancing for the entertainment of the crowd. In 20 minutes a group of children were transported back in time, became farmers, were involved in Waterloo, were injured. Had a child, were evicted and had to live in a hole in the ground. Went through the first world war, then became Suffragettes, and eventually returned to the present.
Once the play was over there was time to get changed and listen to the Penkhull ukulele band, and watch the tug of war competition (only two teams entered from the same place as the other teams were too busy watching England play in the world cup.)
Finally I saw some short playlettes written for Harper’s Titchy theatre. This was performed as readings for two or more voices. It was very entertaining apart from being drowned out by loud musuc from the pub. (Half time at the England game).
It is a great credit to the people of Penkhull to do this so well each year. I heard up to 400 people help organise and volunteer for this community arts event .
It’s no wonder everyone is so busy at this time of year in Penkhull!
“Get off you pest!” I don’t shout at the cat…
“You’re in the way,” I think but stay silent.
“No paws here!” I meant to say, but no breath escapes…
“Ok, that’s my keyboard,” I mean to yell…
Curled up, cute, cuddly, the cat snores.
“Shift cat, I need to type”, I quietly think.
“Your tail is in my paint! Don’t twitch it…”
“No, its gone all over the paper…Drat, Cat!”
Whiskers twitch, as quietly…
Curled up, cute, kitty, snores….
“No don’t lick that here! ” A feeble squeak emitted.
“Dont wash your paws in the kitchen sink,” I think…
“No furballs allowed,” I try not to choke,
“No cat food on the cupboard,” I cry……
Curled up cute, cat, snores…
All the world to rest in, and you chose this lap?
Go ahead cute cat, curl up kitty, and snore …..
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Unexpected item in the bagging area.
No there is nothing there.
Please wait for assistance .
Why? There is nothing there!
Please return the item to the basket.
But I have not put anything in the bagging area.
Proof of age required, please wait for assistant.
It’s only a tub of yoghurt!
Have you scanned your loyalty card?
Yes 3 times!
Have you scanned your loyalty card?
Yes 4 times.
Please wait for assistance.
Look if you had a person here I would have paid by now!
Do you require more bags?
No I’ve only bought a tub of yoghurt!
Please weigh the item!
Why! It’s a tub of Greek style yoghurt!
Please wait for a member of staff.
No!
Please insert your payment card.
I’ve just paid cash?
Unexpected item in the bagging area.
It’s my head hitting the bagging area…
Thank you for shopping with us…..
Argh!
Mallaband-Brown