New paintings and regular art updates.
Crying is cathartic
Tears relieve stress
But do they ever stop?
Many more to come
Will they ever end
When will they be done?
Quiet nights are worst
But even in the day
Tears will still fall
Thinking, all alone
In my little home
Sadness overwhelms.
Looking forward’s hard
Past this veil of tears
Into future years…
When do you feel most productive?
I usually feel better in summer, at the moment the daylight is increasing and I feel slightly more productive. I somehow usually come out of myself in the spring, and as the season progresses I feel more enthusiastic.
This year? I don’t know, I’ve spent a lot of time just staring at things. My motivation is really low. I don’t go out much so I probably low on vitamin D. I will try and get over the feeling of sadness and anxiety. I would like to be more productive as the days lengthen. I will have to see what happens.
#bandofsketchers prompt was pink, Following on from my nose drawing, here’s some pink lips x not brilliant, maybe I should have drawn flowers. I’ve tried to be accurate but I think I’ve created a trout pout! Anyway it’s drawn in the Artrage app on my phone.
I just posted this doodle on Instagram. About 1 out of every 3 posts on my Instagram are now adverts or sponsored. Understand INSTAGRAM, I will never buy anything from these adverts, it’s a waste of my time and their time. I hide the ads when I see them, they are IRRELEVANT. I don’t buy things online, I hate adverts, I am bored by them, but I’m also not going to pay a premium not to view them.
Painting that just popped up on my Facebook memories today from 9 years ago. It’s a picture of a green man sea spirit. The image was based on a terracotta face I had outside my back door. There is a crack through it which was caused by frost I think. I changed the colours to reflect its maritime appearance. It has a similar feeling to the Air painting I just published, a spiritual or mythical feeling. Acrylic on canvas.
#bandofsketchers prompt was island views. I tried to do a drawing of St Michaels Mount. I couldn’t work directly off a photo as its on a website and I couldn’t take a screen shot of it. Then I had to draw sideways to fit in my screen on the Artrage app I drew it in. Finally rotated it, it’s a bit of an impressionist image x
Hitting my head against a brick wall. My world feels like a ton of bricks has landed on my head or I’ve run slap bang into a brick wall. Lots of things have been going wrong and I know I must break through the wall but it’s hard. Health, family, finances, I have been feeling down but I know I must continue to fight if I’m going to succeed and survive. I think I’m probably being bit too open here but I’m going to share these thoughts elsewhere too.
Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.
I gave up work to mainly look after my hubby whose mental health was deteriorating. I could have carried on, but circumstances were also changing in my job. The way we worked was reverting back to old fashioned ways which I felt was detrimental to our clients. I’d fought hard to help them more and it felt like their needs were being forgotten while money was saved. Services were being slashed. I had to go, and I never regretted it, I just felt sorry for my fellow workers who I left behind. Covid and other problems meant that I didn’t make a go of my small business, but at least I tried.
Is anyone else having problems working out which posts they have viewed? It used to be that once you had looked at them they would disappear off your list of viewed posts, but now I’ve got a load of posts where people have commented and they keep staying. It’s getting so I can’t tell which I’ve viewed and the page is filling up. If any “happiness advisors” read this please explain what I need to do?
One of our cats from thirty years ago. Drawing in biro. He lived until he was about 17. He was a lovely quiet cat and I remember him and his sister were sweet. His mum came to us, as a pregnant stray. She was very intelligent and liked riding on my shoulders but her son didn’t do that. But he was still clever and would always come when I called or whistled him. He used to sneak into my neighbours house through their cat flap and he came home once with a huge steak in his mouth, growling when I took it off him. I never dared tell my friends what he had done!
Mallaband-Brown