New paintings and regular art updates.
I painted this several years ago. She was my favorite cat. Always sitting behind the weeping fig at the top of the stairs. I painted her a couple of years before she passed away. I know it’s a long time ago because the fig grew to be about six foot high when we finally got rid of it. It’s one of very few paintings I had framed, because it was for myself. I generally don’t put them on as people can then choose what they want.
She was a lovely friendly cat, and very clever. Much loved.
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People are like the sea, they come in waves. Five minutes ago the tide was out. No one here. The next the tide is in and people drift past like a shoal of fish. Different shapes and sizes, like around a coral reef, browsing at the stalls and being caught in the tenticles of sea urchins, or feeding from the little pottery stall. ( mixed metaphors or what?) some people drift past my stall, others stop to browse. Occasionally people buy… Its all good, as they say….
I’m a bad person! I try and sell things at a reasonable price, but then I like being nice to people and I often haggle myself down on prices! It’s like I’m at a car boot not a craft fair. Help! But I can’t employ someone. Got to do it for myself…
I think everyone should have the opportunity to have art if they want it, and forget that people have to make a living out of it. I will not be winning business woman of the year…
While I was stall sitting I did a quick sketch of people around a stall across the way from me. There are some lovely things for sale. On the whole I’m enjoying myself.
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Stall set out, three minutes till opening, then we will see what happens. I’ve got more under the table than on it. We are in a hotel, so we’ve got departing guests wandering past. We’ll better go!
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What do you do if the parking meter is out of order? No phone number to ring, no other meter to use?
Take a photo of the meter. I’ve blotted out the time and place on this picture. But that’s just because I’m not publishing where I was or what time. But I have it saved on my phone. If I had got a ticket I would have used this to prove the ticket machine was broken. I only stayed there because all other spaces were taken.
Also the council can use meta data to prove my photo was taken on the date and time that I took it and my phones GPS will prove that I haven’t used a photo from a previous date.
Anyway it didn’t happen, I wasn’t fined. But I hope this makes sense.
This afternoon, after singing with the curiosity choir, a scratch choir made up of two choirs I’m in and members of the public, I visited a craft fair at Stoke Minster in Stoke, Stoke-on-Trent.
It’s a beautiful victorian church, it’s basically the main church in the city, where funerals of famous city residents have taken place.
This is not a cathedral, but I think it ought to be. If not on religious grounds, then for the respect of the city.
On a dark grey day the windows lightened my mood. So beautiful and poignant.
Sitting on a raft.
One flew off
Then there were three.
Three cormorants
flapping their wings.
One dived deep…
Then there were two..
Two cormorants
Eating all the fish
One fell in
Then there was one.
One cormorant
Sitting all alone…
Sank to the bottom
Just like a stone…
I’m doing a few more pictures now. The yellow Bee on a yellow flower needs refining, I might make the centre of the flower a bit more orange or gold. The Holly was a bit of an experiment. The background is quite abstract. I might paint a banner across it saying Holly and Ivy, and add some Ivy scrambling up through the Holly plant. Or I might just brighten the Holly berries. Not sure…. More to follow.
Over the hills,
Rushing by,
Stony landscape, see it fly.
Fences blurred, ground so grand.
Limestone cliffs across the land.
Sheep and birds, flocks and herds,
Many miles across we sped,
Down to sea the river led.
Craggy hills round Snowdon lie,
Reaching up into the sky.
Grey clouds scudded on breeze up high.
Rushing wind makes me cry,
As the weather bites, cold again,
Then it comes on to rain.
End of journey, time to rest.
A drink of tea or coffee, best?
A sweet hot cake, a refreshing drink.
Then into bed, in sleep, to sink.
Winter is beautiful, photos of winter trees are skeletal. When you change the hue to a sepia or negative option you can get spooky results.
The trees also remind me of X Ray’s of blood vessels. Either lungs, or possibly the brain.
I’m sure I could do more but sometimes a simple treatment is better.
Mallaband-Brown