Just found an old digital drawing I turned into a pattern.
I can’t remember when I did this but it’s certainly a few years ago. I do love spirals….
Fireworks, galaxies, water spinning in a plughole, staircases, tornadoes, cloud formations, patterns in art. Its a, recurring theme in my art and I also love celtic patterns and art nouveau designs….
Fond memory of a cat doodle I did eight years ago. This was on my Facebook memories today. There are other drawings but I won’t put them on here. I might use them later but I think this is the cutest one. The little bottle oven and tea set are the connection with where I live, the Potteries, Stoke-on-Trent.
I have lots of sketchbooks around the house with doodles in. I should find them all and look through them. What will happen to them when I’ve gone I wonder?
Acrylic on canvas I painted today. I wanted to paint a bold abstract which doesn’t have a name and I spoke to a fellow artist to ask what she thought. I almost called it Migraine!
She put her art therapy head on and felt it could represent emotions wanting to escape, perhaps bottled up anger. Certainly it looks a bit like a Catherine wheel. I think the outer part looks like flames. It’s not calm. It’s expressive, but also chaotic. Felt good to paint it. X
Street art in Newcastle under Lyme yesterday. Someone called Ian Mood has painted on a metal cabinet with images of miners. They were working up to about 40 years ago when the Coal industry of the country was dismantled and destroyed by Margaret Thatcher who was the Prime Minister of the time. There is still a lot of dismay at what she did. Life is crazy sometimes.
This is a stone carving I think? It’s on a building in Newcastle under Lyme. The building, a shop, has closed and other buildings around it are partially demolished. I hope this carving will be recovered and reused, maybe it will go to a reclamation yard? I think it’s probably an art nouveau design. I hope the business that was there is successful in its new home (there wee signs saying it had moved elsewhere.
I took this photo after playing table tennis today. I’d popped this ping pong ball into my pocket and took it home by mistake. I haven’t been to the group for a few months after I was ill. I’m not sure if I’m fully recovered but decided to give it a go. I managed to play a bit but had to take breaks. Since I got home I’ve been really tired and I think I’m coming down with something. Ugh.
Fish fingers or sardines. That’s my choice tonight. Fishfinger sandwiches or sardines on toast. It’s not a Friday but that’s what I’ve got in. Maybe fishfinger and baked beans. I’m not very hungry but I need to eat I guess. It’s late and I’m tired and I don’t feel like cooking.
Anyway it was an excuse to post this photo of a kneeler from the local church, I love the design and the concept of sharing food to give all people a chance by treating them fairly. Anyway just a thought.
One big disadvantage of having to have eyedrops to open up your irises is it’s blinding on a bright sunny day when you leave your opticians. I was dreading having it done today and the sun shone brilliantly as it has done for the last week. I was searching for my clip on sunglasses for ages before I found them. Their lenses are bigger than my current spectacles so they were good because they covered my area of vision better than my normal glasses. I did find that as I waked towards the sun the light leaked round the edges and made it impossible to see through the dazzle. I found it difficult to cross roads. So I wandered along next to buildings trying to find as much shadow as I could and got home safely.
What I suspected is true. Parts of the United Kingdom have had their driest March in 60 years. I even went out and watered my plant pots today as my daffodils are starting to wilt.
My Cherry and Pear trees still have tightly furled buds and are not showing any sign of opening, their blossoms held in stasis until the rain swells the plant cells to make them pop open.
March is usually wet and windy for at least part of the month. But not this year, the clouds lifted and blue skies sparkled. I guess the farmers are starting to panic now. It was so warm today I left my coat off and wore a tee shirt.
We are all unique, even twins have their own traits. Their fingerprints are different, their hair follicles are not identical. Faces vary because of our genetics but also our physical lives. How external circumstances affect body and mind. We may have doppelgangers but they won’t be exactly the same. We should revel in our differences, appreciate our odd ways, enjoy knowledge and learn from each other.
Some people excel at science, others in the arts. Why not a bit of both, with other skills added to the mix. Unique ideas and resources to make the world a more interesting place?
Our voices are unique but can be copied. Mimics try and speak celebrity words, but a voice print would clarify who was really talking. It’s only things like AI that could truly copy. And that would be a loss to humanity. I think us all being unique is best.