New paintings and regular art updates.
This cat is definitely too friendly. He was trying to come in the back door tonight. We have put an old cat carrying basket out for him inside of a black plastic bag to keep off the rain. There is a towel inside the basket to give him something warm to lie on and it’s placed under the overhang of the summerhouse to keep off the rain. We will contact our local pdsa to see if they can offer advice. I still think he’s big and healthy enough to have a home. I will see what they say.
X
Beautiful fox
Red furred wonder,
Sneaky or intelligent,
Fantastic Mr?
Hunted for centuries
By red coated riders
Chased with hounds
For “sport”
Persecuted for being
A fox.
He was always two faced she said. He does one thing and says the opposite. When he said he was going to cut down the tree I knew he wouldn’t.
Yes, said her friend, he tells you things that can’t be true. I don’t know why he does it.
The two women continued chatting while the man they were talking about stood in the shadows of the trees and listened. He knew they were right, but they had never asked why.
He had been ill for years, not visibly, but inside, the kind of thing that you didn’t talk about. A depression that had encompassed his whole adult life.
He felt compelled to cut down the tree now. He’d said he would but the birds were nesting. He was going to wait for a few weeks till they had flown the nest. But the women’s words had stung him.
He was found the next morning under a limb of the tree. Crushed and battered. No one went to his funeral, except one middle aged woman. She remembered their life together when they were young. She stood and walked away as the coffin disappeared behind the crematorium curtains. His tale would never now be told, she thought.
These three pieces are unfired. I made them a couple of years ago but never got them fired. The coloured one is painted in metallic acrylic paints. I need to hollow them out so that they can go in a kiln. The problem is they are fully dry so it might be difficult to do it. I think I need to dampen them but I don’t want them to dissolve. Made them at Etruria, at the warehouse.
Bit busy but just took quick photos of some flowers in the garden. Used my phone on magnification.
Oh dear, a pigeon just flew into the bedroom window. I heard the thud and saw a feather flutter past the window. Richard went out and found it upside down on the ground. Sadly it must have broken its neck when it hit. It’s always sad to find something like this. It must have thought it could fly through as there is another window on the side of the house.
The hanging baskets were fine last week but when we came home two of them were upside down on the ground. The screw they had been hung on had given way under their weight and with heavy rain they had collapsed down onto the ground. Now they are hanging forlornly lower down the fence. They might grow and recover. I’m feeding them and watering them. Anyway the photos are of the growth of the other ones. Some are doing better than others. I really need to dead head them (take off dead flowers). It will have to wait till I feel better.
Here’s some patterns I did from them…
Wish I was there
Sitting in the sun
Exloring the ruins,
Having fun.
Wish I was there
Looking at the view.
Seeing whats new,
Sky and sea blue.
Wish I was there
Eating ice cream
Watching gulls scream
A lovely dream.
Wish I was there.
Not sitting at home
Feeling quite down
It’s making me frown….
Wish I was there.
One thing I’ve missed this year is life drawing, but I’ve been too busy to go to my usual group and things were just happening at the same time. So I’m looking to go to another group perhaps.
This painting was done in watercolour several years ago. I’d been doing life classes and decided to exhibit some of them at Burslem School of Art before it was taken over.
I felt really please with the interest in the show and was amazed when one person wanted to buy 10 of them. Other people also wanted the same pictures but we decided the person wanting so many of them could have them. But at the end of the exhibition it turned out he didn’t have the money to pay. I was so disappointed and felt very let down.
Life has a tendency to do things like that. You just have to roll with it.
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The lake looked inviting, the sun was breaking through the clouds and the water was still. Gentle ripples from the slight breeze disturbed the surface.
No one else was around. She had been sitting on the sun terrace and had fallen asleep in the hot sun. Now she was awake and hot. A paddle in the water would be nice and cooling. There was a sloping beach at one end of the lake. She put on her sandles and walked round the edge of the lake.
Walking over pebbles the water rose round her ankles then her knees. Blissful cool water lapped around her.
She stood quietly for a while then started to splash the water up to cool her face, arms and body. It felt so good that she slipped down into the water. Kicking off her sandles she started a slow breast stroke out towards a wooded island a few meters off in the distance. She knew there was a bench in the shade there. Her thin skirt billowed out behind her and she felt relaxed and like she was floating in space.
Then it happened. The skirt snagged on something, weeds? She was a strong swimmer and didn’t think it was a problem. She swung round to pull at her skirt. A hand grasped her wrist and she felt herself being pulled down…..
Mallaband-Brown