New paintings and regular art updates.
I think I’m holding this phone too much.
Strong grip tightens muscles,
Hand clutches
Top and side of my shoulder aches.
Limited movement
Tense and tight
Shoulders raised to my ears
It’s agony when I lie down to sleep
Or reach up to get something
Out of the cupboard.
Grr
Enough
Rest and recuperate.
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.
Having photos appear on WhatsApp can be odd. I get the pictures loaded into my gallery. I appreciate them all but I don’t always remember who sent them, that means I don’t always remember to reply!
So.. If you sent me this santa Christmas card, thank you! I’ll try and remember to send my cards out before it’s too late! X
For health….
My Parkinsons is getting worse so I’m getting some therapy to help keep my voice strong and help my throat muscles.
I’ve joined a few choirs over the years and found out singing is great for lung health, breath control, and keeping your throat clear.
So this week I’m actually going to 4 rehearsals and will be singing with friends at a Christmas show on Friday. My main concern is my poor balance and weakening muscles. Shaking and stuttering isn’t helping either, I need to keep trying to improve. Maybe I need physiotherapy. Thanks for hearing my moaning!
If I wait a day or two
My tears will flow
Again
Two times around the sun.
Millions of miles away from me.
Energy evaporated
Thoughts dissipated
My memory is all
That holds you
A ghostly shape
3d nothingness
Grasping for you
In my sleep.
Such a robust person,
Lost and gone.
No more conversations…
Gone.
Gon
Go
G
….
Painted in 1991? that was when I flirted with getting my first studio, but one of the three people sharing it enjoyed playing loud music too much. Eventually it drove me out. I just wanted to paint in quiet and peace.
The cat was one of the first cats I had when I came to live in Stoke on Trent. She was extremely intelligent and followed me everywhere or rode on my shoulder. I was in my early thirties when I painted this. It was acrylic on canvas. Called familiar friends.
When I promised to cut down
On sugary foods
I didn’t notice this cheese cake
Lingering just
Out of sight
The chocolate dot
Sat on the counter
Looking for a companion
To contrast with the cherry swirls
Give me strength
Never to return
To this cafe
On pain
Of chilli sauce
Poured on my dessert!
My Cat is black and white so when he comes in from the rain he often looks like an otter. He’s like that tonight but it’s too dark to get a decent photo so here’s a little illustration I did of a cat walking through the rain… He looks very fed up!
Crammed with books,
Also ornaments
Things to read
But too high up!
I need a ladder
Can’t climb on the couch
My collection is large
Ten bookcases
The real weight of knowledge
Pressing down on
Both floor and walls?
Anyone want a book?
I have been reading a lot about the Apollo space missions recently on Facebook, but so many people laugh and post that the photos are faked. I really hate this attitude and posted this comment to respond to the ridicule :
On all these posts there are idiots laughing at the achievement of the Apollo missions and Astronauts. They were ground breaking and reliant on the brilliance of thousands of people across the globe. By calling this fake you are denigrating their bravery, knowledge and hard work.
By laughing you are telling people that you don’t believe in science and intelligence. By laughing you are pushing the narrative that stupidity and dumbing down are good for humans, when the opposite is true. People need education to keep solving insurmountable problems. Give credit is where it is due instead of disrespect.
Mallaband-Brown