New paintings and regular art updates.
I don’t often photograph my food and this would never be published in a magazine, but it was tasty…this was my tea a few days ago.
I’ve started eating baked sweet potatoes as they have less carbohydrates than normal potatoes. I added a bit of cheese, some baked beans and shredded iceberg lettuce.
It was messy and tasty. Now I’m hungry.
Plots and plans. Time to mysteriously create a new play. After a bit of a hitch a new set of writers have been found. We are still looking for a director as the lady who was going to do it has been asked to work on something else.
It must be something in the water as another local theatre group is having problems. I think everyone is so busy working hard on their own projects that it’s hard to find the time.
I’ve got involved in the background admin and there are a lot more responsibilities than you realise. Grant applications are needed because of the difficulties with raising funds from local people. There is just not the cash available. And then extra costs appear. It’s no wonder I’m not sleeping well…
I’m finally going to get something to eat.. At midnight!
My phone battery died, it will only work if its plugged into the wall. I’m finding it hard to stand up and type. I will try and get a plug in battery. My phone is old and might not be possible to transfer all my data.
I went to a mobile phone shop yesterday but they couldn’t or wouldn’t do it because my phone is old and they “don’t recognise it’s operating system” in other words too much trouble. Basically they said buy a new phone and reinstall apps.
What about my emails, my thousands of photos, my documents, the websites I am on. My list of phone numbers and email addresses….
Help!
Look into the crystal ball
See what you can see?
Is it a reflection
or is it really me?
Trapped in time and hidden
Never to grow old
A portrait is an instant
In time, no longer told.
Memory of power
Ability to do
But time just gets slower
A reminder of you.
I went to art group for the first time in weeks and picked up a small, 6×4 in canvas.
I haven’t done a painting for ages, my Parkinsons is bad and looking close up is difficult because although I’m cataract free, they also cured my short sightedness and I find it hard to focus on close objects, basically closer than about a foot things get blurred. I need to get some ordinary reading glasses because the ones I’ve got are too strong.
Then I saw a tiny, gold painted, plastic Buddha. Of all the things that I could choose to paint, this seemed like the right karma. The brushes were a bit rough and not easily pointed. It was hard to see the details, but in about an hour I managed to paint him. The best thing? Someone in the group said they really liked it. So I gave it them.
In other news, I know I haven’t been here much lately. I miss my cat so much. It’s another loss I’m struggling to come to terms with. Love to you all.
My friend made this 8 years ago. The buttons were placed in a bowl and glued in place with PVA adhesive. It’s clear plastic spaces have now turned white over time. A few buttons broke off the edge of it but it’s still substantially the same.
It’s in the bathroom near the window but it’s managed to last all these years. I wonder how much longer it will be around, I might give it to another friend to use as a source of buttons if it starts to deteriorate. Only time will tell.
I just found this photo taken in the church when we performed jolly and merry songs for Christmas. When you are in the choir stalls you don’t know what the place looks like. I didn’t realise it looked so sparkly.
I think we were about 30 strong and we mostly sang ensemble pieces and Christmas carols, but some of us sang solos too. I sang eidelweiss from the sound of music, but I did forget two lines. I sang a cappella as I’m not very happy with timing if I have to sing to background music, and also I can pitch the sound to my voice and not to a set note! I had fun despite the nerves. X
Now it’s 2026 I want to get more exercise. I want to put the past few years behind me and try and make a new start. I’ve been stuck in my world of problems for too long.
I tried table tennis over the last few months, but my health isn’t good and I do struggle with movement and motivation. I have stopped going out as much as I used to, I find myself making excuses, will the ground be too slippery? Can I walk that far? I know I’m losing strength in my muscles and I really need to do something now before I give up completely. I’m not that old, but my body is acting like it’s 10 years older.
I guess this is my new years resolution. Even if I don’t do as well as I want I will try.
I like cut glass, it’s pretty and must be done with a steady hand. I tried to do it once in a glass workshop up in a wood near the village of Alderly Edge. There is or was a pub there called the Wizard, named about a character in a book called the Weirdstone of Brisingamen, by Alan Garner, published in 1957 I think. The glass workshop is nearby and it’s linked to the jewel in Susan’s (one of the characters) bracelet. The children’s story revolves around it’s magical properties and the adventures of two children.
You could try your hand at cutting patterns on small pieces of glass that were meant to represent the weirdstone.
It’s strange how one thing can lead to another in your mind.
Also up on Alderly Edge are Copper mines which we once visited. They were up in the woods near the pub. They were extensively worked and date back 4000 years. We took a tour round them about 30 years ago.
If you are ever in the area in Cheshire it might be worth a visit.
At the Beehive pub in Honeywall on Wednesday night. I don’t go very often to listen to the Boatband and their cajun and folk music. But it was the day before the 2nd anniversary of a very sad occasion and I wanted to take my mind off it.
The thing was someone had given me a pencil to make some notes with and I had some scraps of paper in my bag, so I decided to try and do some drawings. This was one of them.
I loved the sinuous shape of the violin and the way the musician held it and the bow, and I was transported back 40 years to my younger self drawing and sketching. I’m rather pleased with the result despite my shaking hands.
Mallaband-Brown