New paintings and regular art updates.
Just a dandelion sprouting from a brick wall in Spode, Stoke-on-Trent. I took this a few years ago. I added it to the ‘Peeling Paint Appreciation Society’ page on Facebook. It’s got wonderful peeling paint photos that are right up my street…..
I might have somewhere to show my art again soon. I have been in touch with a cafe that might display some of my paintings. I’m considering including this but the glass broke and the card mount has cockled a bit. It’s a view along the platform of Cheddleton Station which is near Leek in Staffordshire. I painted it from a photo I’d taken during a visit a few years ago. It partner to a painting of the upper floor of Cheddleton Station that I did at the same time. Both are in watercolours.
Where do you fit them?
Nooks and crannies
Squeeze in gaps
Force them onto shelves
Net them to prevent collapse.
Gabions of books
Insulating walls
A bookworm super highway
North to West, East to South
A myriad of subjects
Choose a favourite book!
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
I have felt nothing but positive support since my hubby died. I just want to say how much I love everyone who has helped me. I want to thank them all for that support that has been and still is getting me through things.
There is so much they have done, checking up on me,making me realise I’m not alone. I have been there when I was ill, given me time when I was sad and miserable. Things will never be the same, but I realise how much my friends mean to me and meant to my hubby.
Thank you all.
One of the cats is happy with the new chairs, I’m not sure if I will put a cover over them. The cats might scratch them if I don’t, but I can feel the heat from the radiator at the moment so it can wait a bit. But this is the most comfortable I have been in years. Hooray!
I painted this teapot six years ago when I first moved into my studio at Spode. This is a medium sized acrylic on canvas. It’s from my imagination, and the flower design is based on the pattern ‘calico’ by the Burleigh pottery. I think its based in Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent. I made the wooden panels up from my memory. I still have this painting at my studio at Spode.
An empty space…. Twenty-five years had a detrimental effect on our armchairs. The springs were gone and I’d added pillows and cushions to try and build them up. At one stage we thought of reupholstering them, they had been very comfortable. But no, when you have to put books in the base of them to hold them up, and the springs dig into the carpet you know it’s too late! I rescued the seat pads and used them to boost the cushions on the settee which is really only used for guests to sleep on. Waiting for two ‘new’ (secondhand) chairs to be delivered tomorrow.
I just watched the Great Pottery throwdown filmed at the Gladstone pottery in Stoke on Trent. The contestants were asked to create a matching pair of Gluggle Jugs. The characteristic noise or glug they make is caused by air trapped inside when they are filled with water and the glugs happen when the water is poured out… The creations were wonderful and the head judge Keith Brymer-Jones was overwhelmed with the skill of the contestants.
Here is a paragraph from the Internet about their development, I couldn’t see an author.
Originally known as Glug Glug Jugs, they were first made by Thomas Forester & Son in Staffordshire during the late 1800’s, but it was the adaptations created by the Dartmouth Pottery, designed to look like a fish and aptly named Gurgling Fish Jugs, that are more recognised (and replicated) today.3 Oct 2022
I decided to try and draw one to show what they look like. Artrage app finger painting.
I used this for the prompt ‘new’ on our #bandofsketchers challenge as it is a new series.
Each morning I look for you
Remember cycling behind you
Along roads we knew
I listen for your key in the door
Your footstep on the stair
The sound of your voice
“come to bed – it’s late!”
The times I didn’t hear you
Switched off and ignored you.
I feel guilty for losing you
Not taking care of you….
A phone call to say you’re Ok
I’ll see you today?
Coming back,
Not gone forever
The mirror is broken
Lost forever
And I’m alone.
Imagine 500 villagers with flaming torches. Domesday Morris dance group amongst them wearing ‘tatters’ (white shirts and black trousers and boots with waistcoats with strips of cloth hanging loose, topped with hats covered in ivy and bird feathers.
Plus Penkhull brass band, and us, the Mystery Singers choir regaling the crowd with various Wassail songs.
We walked around the boundary of Penkhull and sang in front of the ancient ‘bloody’ apple tree halfway down Trent Valley road, then around to local pubs to sing a wassail to all of them. For the first time in ages I felt happy.
Mallaband-Brown