New paintings and regular art updates.
Do you ever fold paper into six and cut it up to make paper snowflakes? Thats what I did a couple of years ago. Then I duplicated it with my layout app. I did various iterations, this is one is favourite. I’m concentrating on old art work because I haven’t got the energy to draw or paint tonight. I will try and do more things in the next few days again. I also want to try and write some more poetry, but I feel jumbled up in my head…..
Words like winter, shivering, cold, spring to mind.
This is one of the necklaces I sold recently. Unfortunately the catch is a bit difficult to open for the new owner. Its a ball chain and you have to turn the chain to 90° to the clasp and slip the chain out. After a discussion I’m going to try and get a longer chain for her with a different clasp to make things easier. I want people to be happy with what I’ve created.
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I don’t paint ginger cats very often, but I painted this on a bauble last week on a whim. Then the next day I was talking to a friend and she showed me a photo of her relatives cat. He’s a ginger Tom!
Yes coincidence, but it was bizzare. Its almost time was going backwards, or I’m predicting something that hasn’t happened yet. I know there is an arrow of time, a broken pot doesn’t leap up off the floor and mend itself. It was just strange. Like seeing an exploded star coalescing back into a star, then melting into a disc of dust.
The world is a wonderful, amazing place. Things happen without us understanding.
Anyway I’m glad the cat bauble went to a good home.
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Why can’t I get things done?
I think and think,
Decide, then change my mind.
I wait till the time seems right,
Then miss acting on it.
Why? because I spend time thinking.
Then I think again…….
Too much to do, too little time?
But if I just started early…
Wasn’t so desperate to be perfect.
Took less thought and acted sooner.
Maybe then I could
Get
Things
Done!
But now…
I’m not lazy, not crazy, just hazy…
Stuck!
Warm wine with herbs and sugar. I don’t know what the herbs are as I usually buy a bottle of one that already has things in it. Heat it up in a pan and drink, possibly with mince pies or Christmas cake…
It’s the time of year for indulgence if you can afford it. But many can’t. I’ve visited people in my job who had potatoes and beans for Christmas lunch.
I think about sharing at Christmas, about a bit more kindness, about a lot less austerity. The human race does not like sharing, when greed is good poverty follows. People need to think more about others. I am odd I know…..
looking at this photo turned on its side reminds me of an animal with external gills. With tentacles, with tiny eyes. It might be a landscape in reality, but it feels like something much more alien.
I imagine it floating above the land, syphoning up water from the surface of the sea. Eyes staring with disdain at a terrified population. Or perhaps visiting in friendship and hope.
When I was a child I helped with the washing up. I would spend ages stacking plates and cups and knives and forks into ancient or future landscapes. Maybe that’s why I do this to my photos?
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My stats are plummeting,
I’ve sunk so low,
Life just got busy
My words don’t flow.
My stats have shrunk
My work rate slowed,
I have no time,
To carry this load.
I have to paint,
To carry and fetch,
Real life impinges
I feel a wretch.
Perhaps one say soon
I will catch up and say.
Today I have time,
To rest, write and play.
It’s been a busy few days with some ups and downs, on the whole things are OK, but things feel a bit flat. Like these leaves, just squashed by footsteps.
I was thinking about my worries and concerns earlier, but now I’ve thought a bit I realise I’m beating myself up before anything has actually happened. I guess it’s because I’m tired. I’ve set myself a lot of things to do, I’m fed up with sitting back and resting, I need to occupy my mind, but I’m not young anymore….. Well this is cheerful!
Talking to the world, is it listening?
I wish I didn’t have such a big mouth, wasn’t so “keen” about things. A couple of times recently I’ve got myself so enthusiastic about something (two seperate things), that I’ve done something, sharing an idea, that I shouldn’t have. It’s made me feel embarrassed and wonder if I’ve done wrong. Maybe I’m not enough of a team player.
Foot in mouth time, worried I might cause problems, hoping I don’t say the wrong thing, expecting something to hit the fan. As they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions?
Woody/Smudge nine years old and abandoned by his owners has been sleeping snug in our summerhouse. But he’s been turfed out by a big grey tabby which may also be a stray. I’ve put together a box with a towel and put it in a big bag for life. Put the next to the table he is hiding under. I don’t want him to sleep outside so we are going to get a rabbit hutch and straw bales in the morning. Also propped the shed door open for more shelter. What he needs is a home. He’s advertised on Cats protection. I’m hoping he gets a new home soon x.
Mallaband-Brown