New paintings and regular art updates.
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was Rustic. What to draw for this? I looked up milk churn and tractor tyre on the Internet. I have drawn a churn based on one of the images, but not a direct copy and a part of a tractor wheel from another picture. The vegetation is imagined. Felt pen drawing.
No, not the sort that you find on a beach. The one caused by having chickenpox. It can come back as shingles in later life…..
Hubby is due his vaccination against it which is great, but I’ve had an aching lower back for a week. It hurt even more last night, each time I tried to get comfortable I got shooting pains in my back and leg. My hubby had noticed a rash of blistery spots in a line on my lower back, just on one side. Suddenly it occurred to me this might be shingles. I looked it up and found an image that seemed similar to what I have. Luckily I got a doctors appointment and they decided it was a mild case so I’ve got some tablets that should calm it down. They used to say if your shingles met in the middle you would be very ill (not sure how bad or how they could), I’m thankful it’s not too bad.
Interactive, haptic
Hectic, internetted
Encapsulated, held
Bells and whistles
Too connected!
Now my projects done
I’m having fun
But it’s to seductive
All those screens
You and him and me
Chatting and liking
Dose of dopamine
Eyes go funny
Arm aches
Fingers droop
But still I type.
Put the phone down
Disconnect…..
Freedom!
I just found this on the Internet when I was trying to describe Staffordshire Oatcakes.
A local artist, Arthur Berry, wrote an ode to the Oatcake. Likening it to pancakes, tortillas, chipatis, all sorts of thin flat round things that you can wrap food in. In this case the main constituents are oats, flour and yeast.
Enjoy hot from the grill or microwave with cheers, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes. What ever you fancy. Also jam. Maybe even tofu?
When you open up Facebook you don’t expect to hear that a friend has passed away. Someone who I admired. A good artist and a compassionate and sensitive man.
I guess I would rather find out than not know at all. Waiting to see if he would post new art, or a post about how he was feeling. He went missing for a couple of months about two years ago. He eventually turned up and everything turned out OK.
Now, I don’t know. I guess I’m glad I met him on a website and saw his art, he lived in a different country so we were never going to meet up. But that doesn’t matter, he was a very good artist and was a thoughtful person.
I lost another friend in a similar way last year. This was a woman from overseas. Another artist.
The internet allows people who would never normally meet to find each other. At least I’ve found out what has happened. Feeling very sad.
Singing on. Zoom
Out of tune
Don’t try singing
Together
You endup
Outof
Timewith
One
An
Other!
I live on my screen
Hunched over my phone
Watching predictive text
Scoot by.
Ignoring my world
Lost in a haze
Then mugged by my cat,
Sat on my laptop…
Never ending clicks
Virtual dope?
Addicted to screens
Losing all hope…
Oh darn! (or worse words!)
Last night my computer just switched off. Everything went black, the monitor stopped working, the printer stopped. The only thing still on was my speakers. I think it was a thermal cut out? One of my transformers was very hot and the extention lead that things were plugged into had stopped working (the light on it was out). So, back to the computer shop. All my course work is on it. I can’t do things on my phone! So DARN it!
Yet again my photo content is too high. It’s around 79% and I’m going to have to delete photos off my older posts to make room for new ones.
I like illustrating my posts with my own images and not using many of anyone else’s pictures. But that means I fill up my pages with my work and lose memory. That means I can’t post photos until I remove around 100 images. I did upgrade my plan to give me more space, but I can’t afford to keep doing that. I think once you’ve got the blogging bug it’s hard to break free from it.
See you later.
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Tonight was the first time our choir sang (sort of) together…
But of course its not that easy. When you sing with someone else there is a time delay. It’s not possible to sing in time. It’s fine when you are talking but even a slight delay in sound makes everything very strange. Tonight our hosts were a couple who teach us up at the village hall on a Monday.
So we were muted whilst singing, listening along to the hosts and singing our parts. Then unmuted to chat afterwards. And yes we used the now ubiquitous Zoom, but that’s OK.
Then of us got to see each other fit the first time in months, even though it was only cyberspace. Now for a brew.
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Mallaband-Brown