New paintings and regular art updates.
A recent painting that has gone to a good home. I love painting animals and people. I think I’m reasonably good at capturing a close image of what I’m trying to portray. I’m not a super or photo realist, but I try and be as accurate as I can be.
Next year I would like to do some more commissions, and they can be of just about anything. I enjoy the challenge.
Rest and relax
Cat stares into space
Making a warm place
On the bookcase.
grr. Grr!
Annoyed. We had a box of shortbread biscuits for Christmas, we have had a few. My hubby more than me. The box is on top of the fridge. So I went into the kitchen to make us coffee and get the last few biscuits. Guess what? The box was there, but empty. I’m annoyed.
At least throw the box away once it’s empty. Don’t leave it there to tempt me. He does the same with tubs of butter, bananas (yes he left an empty skin on the fruit bowl!), or he finishes strawberries off and doesn’t throw away the punnet. He finishes bottles of milk without leaving some for my coffee.
Grr.
Variegated Holly, a view of winter plants. When desiduous leaves have fallen, Ivy and Holly add green to the garden. We have three Holly bushes. This one, a tall spikey one with fully green leaves and one with pale green edges instead if yellow. The fully green one is the most robust. It is growing in a shady part of the garden and making even denser shade. The other two are in more open areas. We cut off lower branches to let more light into the lower layers of the garden so summer flowering plants are not completely shaded out. I can’t wait for the spring bulbs to come up, although the local squirrel population seems to like digging them up. There will be narcissi and crocus around the Holly in spring.
Well not quite yet. But soon. Another day has drained away. I was going to do more today. It didn’t happen.
If I lived in the tropics it would be warmer and brighter. But the disadvantage is that the sun goes down about the same time every day, and day and night lengths are around the same all year round.
To be honest if I could move to the southern hemisphere for half of the year I might. I just can’t wait for summer.
Longer days, more time to fit things in. Less night and darkness.
Illustration by me. I keep forgetting to say that the illustrations in this blog are generally mine. If I use anything else it is free webart, but that doesn’t happen very often.
This drawing looks back at the old year and forward to the future. It’s done in a sketcher app I downloaded off the Internet. One face is lined. Cracks are appearing in her face. Full of colour and interest. Of memories and thoughts. Of worry and relief. The other is young and pale. The flowers of spring surround her. She is looking out to the future but without expression. The old face knows what has happened, the new does not know what to expect yet.
The world turns….
No glitterball today,
no sparkling champagne.
Just leftovers and dregs,
an ordinary Saturday.
We’ve enjoyed the holiday,
and more is to follow
but now it is time,
for life to settle.
Time passes on,
the world keeps turning.
The decade almost done,
a new one beginning.
So let us all pause
and rest for a day,
Take stock of our past
call it good old Saturday.
My hand painted jug. I chose to paint it with a tortoise shell cat (black white and ginger). With added daisy type flowers. I gave it as a Christmas gift last year. I like keeping my hand in by decorating pottery. I don’t get the chance to do this very often. It came up on my Facebook memories page. I think I did it on a visit to the Emma Bridgewater factory in Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent.
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Face left, face forward. Underneath her name and a long number. Her mug shot. She didn’t understand why. What was happening? She was being blamed for everything.
The snake in the tree had started it. It spoke! Talked about it being the tree of knowledge. Well she had always wanted to learn, to go to school, to get to university. What was wrong with knowledge? But they had said only men can do that. Women aren’t allowed, they might get ideas above their station.
She had tried an apple the snake had offered her. It looked tasty. Not evil? No, more like a braeburn. Having eaten, she told her friend Adam about it. He said if she could taste it then he would too. Later they tried other fruit off other trees. Now she’d been arrested for stealing fruit!
The sins of the world, they called it. All over one measly apple. Would you Adam and Eve it?
Jumped in,
Sitting pretty.
My box now,
not yours.
Peeping out,
watching for
the Queen,
his sister
who might turn mean.
Pounced in,
now jumping out.
Biting the sides
of the box.
He slow blinks,
plotting his next move.
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