A digital drawing from 2021, I think I drew it on my tablet, I put it away somewhere and I can’t find it! I’ve found somewhere that might upgrade it so I’ll have to start searching!
Anyway I believe this was drawn in sketchbook app with the stylus that comes with the tablet. It was clearly a quick sketch…
One of the loveliest and unusual songs we sing at choir practice is River River.
These are words from memory but I think they are pretty accurate. I had to look up the writers name as we didn’t have it. I hope I’m not breaching copyright by writing out the lyrics? I will delete ths post if here is a problem?
River River where do you flow With your water the colour of tea Gold and red in your sandy bed Do you flow to the wide green sea? No said the river I flow inland Sink down deep beneath the rock and the sand. Under the Geeji and the Mugar tree Where the desert people can find me Earth belongs to all, she belongs to no one, she belongs to herself Earth belongs to all, she belongs to no one, she belongs to herself…..
I was answering someone’s question about how it goes because they recently joined the choir, and I see an image a bit like my drawing in my mind when I sing it.
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
I realise that sharing information about what course I did isn’t good on the Internet, too much info gets stolen or misappropriated.
I’m giving a rather obvious clue without, stating dates and times. It was a big leap up from what I did before. But it gave me confidence to do other things. My goal was to get a good qualification and I did. I have done other courses since and sometimes I’ve done well and other times not so good. But you have to do the best you can and try and work out where you went wrong so you can rectify your mistakes.
All I can suggest is try and gain the best qualifications you can. Don’t let people tell you off or try and talk you out of it. The world is a big place and having qualifications can hopefully make it a little bit easier to live in.
Someone banged on my front window this morning, insisting my garden is overgrown (it is) and saying the council wants him to cut our trees down! I asked his authority and he said he was doing a local survey for the council and they would take action unless I got work done? He had no id and was really bullying and pushy. He had tree surgeon and land survey written on his vehicles. I said I was already going to get the work done (I have someone who can help). He said neighbours had complained. (the neighbours houses are empty!). He then glanced at the hedge and said he would charge £550. By then I was shaking and my anxiety was high. But I held my ground and asked him where he thought I would get the money from? He replied he has four daughters and needs to work 6 days a week! I told him to come back in a few weeks and it would be done (why?). It was only after speaking to my councillor that I realised he had not shown me his id, he mentioned no laws or legal information, and he did not mention where his authority for coming round and making demands came from. I put in a written complaint to the council. I think it was a scam, and if in fact he did represent the council he was not professional. He was a bully and demanding. I cannot imagine him being employed by them. Beware, Cold Callers can be very persuasive.
Renoir, Pissaro, Degas, Monet, Manet…. And many more artists. The beginning of a modern French movement, that started to move away from classical art towards a more emotional, abstracted style of art.
The French Impressionists held a ‘salon des refuses’ in 1863 of paintings that had been refused by the official Salon. It was organised because so many paintings had been refused and the Emperor Napoleon III arranged it.
Many of the upcoming French Impressionists were part of this exhibition.
My favourite artist is Monet, from his repetitive paintings of haystacks, to his paintings of the facade of Rouen Cathedral in the 1890s in different light conditions and colours fascinated me. Then his later huge paintings of waterlilies when he lived at Giverny. This was as he got older and his sight was affected by cataracts. I think I remember reading that he was one of the first people to have a cataract operation?
Of course the Impressionists were only the start of changing artistic styles. Post Impressionists, fauvists, expressionism, pointellism, then cubists and so many other schools of art.
Basically there are too many things to talk about. I have books about the Impressionists somewhere? I don’t know where.
This was a painting I did a few years ago, it’s of the upper story of Cheddleton Station, in Staffordshire, England.
I still love painting, but my health is affecting what I can do at the moment, I really want to do more. And somehow the anxiety over it is making me struggle to start. Because I’m worried whether I will be able to do a good enough job. I know I’ve been doing a lot of digital art, but it doesn’t have the same quality to me as actually painting.
I’ve spent years being an artist and I don’t want to stop. I admit some of my work isn’t as good as I’d like, I paint fast and rely on my skill to pull things into shape. I’ve certainly put in the hours to get to a good standard. But I wish I could go back in time and make better decisions about my art.
I haven’t stopped, but I might not do as much as I used to, I’m just hoping the physiotherapy I’m due to start will help.
They are everywhere, TV, Internet, radio, cinema, in print.
I ignore them, but get fed up with them. Can’t some algorithm get that I never open them on the Internet, I don’t do click bait, I mainly watch public broadcasting TV services so that I can avoid them.
Recently I’ve been bombarded in my emails. There is a certain credit card that wants me to apply for it. I’ve responded to it by sending submissions back telling them I’m not interested, that I feel like I’m being ignored when I’ve said no. But it keeps happening. It’s so irritating.
Staring, it’s the way my cats mug me for food. The silent treatment, no miaowing or purring. Just the long stare, the neat paws placed together as the cat stands like a sentry. The stare can go on for ten minutes or more until I give in and feed them, a cat snack, a pouch of food, then they don’t acknowledge the response, but go off outside or somewhere to sleep.