New paintings and regular art updates.
This is a painting from a few years ago. It was based on the idea of nerves in the brain -synapses, electric currents sparking ideas. I honestly dont know where it went. I do know it was a medium sized acrylic on canvas.
My art life has flitted from idea to idea, like this painting I try to generate new thoughts, I love to experiment, come up with different feelings and emotions.
Why should art always stay the same. Why not do different things?
I got up early
after going late to bed
The sun was below the horizon
The sky was deep red.
Got to take a picture
Run downstairs
Get a few shots of it
Then go back to rest
Will the old rhyme come true?
Red sky in the morning
Shepherds warning ?
No sign of rain,
No sign of snow.
A little breeze
But no freeze..
Sunset has come
No reddened sun
So we will see
What is to be.
Who is that man staring at me? Why is he staring? I have never met him before. Never spoken to him. Trying to hide behind a magazine, I peeped out. . Still staring directly at me! How rude and somehow frightening too. Like when a cat stares at its prey, ready to strike? Or a snake catching your scent … Who was he? How did he know me?
Oh no, he’s coming over. Sitting down opposite me at the cafe table. .
Excuse me? You have ketchup on your face. He grabbed the napkin and wiped my face, like I was a child! Then he got up and walked away. I’ve never seen him again since!
I want to be in my bed
Asleep,
Sleeping, snoozing, snoring, napping.
Tired out
Kaput,
Knackered,
Dozing, having 40 winks
Getting some shut eye
Sleeping under the duvet….
Warm, snuggled, wrapped in feather down
Hushed, soft, moonlit,
Hidden in the dark,
Eyes closed but seeing the stars.
Waves of colour.
Dreaming of galaxies and sun’s,
Nebulae encompassing infinity,
Then shrink down, back to the room,
And sleep.. …
Imagine a game like curling that you play with stones on ice, but on a normal floor. That’s sliders, a curling game where the stones have ball bearings underneath them to allow them to glide across the floor You aim at a target with scores which go from 1 2 3 4 5 and 10.
Today I actually scored a 10, which is very unusual for us. Sometimes I can’t even reach the target as the bearings on the stones are starting to get worn out. We play a simple game where the highest score after an hour wins. Today there were 7 of us playing. It’s also good exercise as you are bending and stretching and walking backwards and forwards.
If you want a simple game to play at a community centre or village hall I would recommend it.
Well after painting all afternoon we’ve decided to go out to our favourite Thai restaurant for tea. It’s valentines day so I’m treating my hubby.
We have ordered Tom Kha (Thai soup), Gang Phed Ped Yang (roast duck curry) and pork with pac choi, plus some rice. I think that’s plenty. I imagine I will be asleep before we finish it I’m so tired! As usual the chef has sent us out extra food!
Have a lovely valentines night if you are celebrating! Might be back later.
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I’ve just finished these two boards for the panto They may be the last ones I do. If they are sold afterwards the proceeds will go to the Penkhull village hall although it’s not clear whether they will be kept or not. Its been hard work but great fun painting these.
Gretna Green is a Scottish village where people used to elope to get married if they did not have the permission of their parents.
The second picture is an impression of Big Ben and the houses of Parliament situated in London on the River Thames.
The idea is that the images should be clearly visible even at the back of the hall.
Another marketing ploy or a chance to show your love for someone?
I don’t know how many other countries celebrate St Valentines day (no not the massacre). But we celebrate it in Britain. Suddenly the shops are full of red and pink. Specially packaged wine, chocolates and flowers. Lots of glitter and gleaming red ribbons.
There ar cards to all sorts of partners, or anonymous ones for people you might not know as well. I once had a yellow rose, from a garden across the road, left on my front doorstep. I don’t know to this day who it was from.
I guess it’s here to stay like Christmas or Easter. If you are celebrating it have a lovely and romantic time. I guess sometimes people hope for a card but don’t get one. I hope you get your wishes on 14th February
That’s all I want to do, relax and sleep. Resting and recuperating while I get over this cold. I want to go outside and do a bit of gardening but I am not up to it. I tried putting some tulips in a vase earlier and ended up tired out.
This Buddha figure is out in our garden, it will be surrounded in flowers in the summer, but looks a little subdued at this time of year.
I’ve got to plant up the hanging baskets we normally have. And I intend to have some honey suckle and clematis growing on the fence. This time of year its good to plan ahead …
All I hear is chatter, chatter.
Shelves in the shed
Now who’s dead?
Rugby goal posts
Radio hosts
He can’t stop talking
About mamod trains
Steam engine running.
Gas and Electric
Phone call chatting,
Constant rattling…
Over the radio,
Over the TV.
My mind switches off.
I’m overwhelmed.
By his talking at me
To me.
Just…
SHUT UP!
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