Insomnia again, no!

Posted on September 7, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Awake, Dawn, Insomnia, Life, Memories, Mind, Morning, no sleep, Sleep, swirling, ThinkingLeave a comment

My mind is spinning again, and my body has been spinning in bed, left side, back, right side, left side, right, back, left…..

Sheet covering me, duvet and sheet, no sheet… Too hot, too cold. Pain in my toes, pain in my knee, back, neck..

Twisting and turning so much, it might be a dance. Now my guts are joining in, discomfort, so I’ve come down for a decaff coffee. Soon I’ll be back in bed. But while I’m here, at 5.15am, why not just check out my phone for stories, funny memes, memories, jokes…… Put it down! Put. It. Down…

Good morning x dawn will be breaking soon.

Red

Posted on August 26, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Childhood, deep red, dress, Life, Maroon, Memories, polkadot, RedLeave a comment

Red is the colour I loved as a child. Not pink. I had to have a bright red polkadot dress. I remember seeing a red setting sun for the first time when I was small. I liked red sweets, though I don’t remember the flavour. Red roses were beautiful, and red toffee apples were tasty.

Even now I like wearing red, but I’m a bit more adventurous, liking deep reds and maroons and bright reds. I still don’t like pink though.

a strange painting

Posted on August 23, 2022 Posted in Fine Art, UncategorizedTagged Acrylic on canvas, Art, Dasies, Fine Art, Flowers, friend?, Garden, Memories, PaintingLeave a comment

It was called Dasies. The figure in the doorway was my friend at the time. But like the painting she was strange. A complex person that tried to do things and disturb my life. I think she might have been OK, but one day she did something that completely lost my trust in her. I won’t go into detail, but she showed an uncaring side that really hurt me and my hubby. I could have forgiven her, I could have accepted her apologies, but why should I?

What do the Dasies and plants signify? Because it was before the split, I think probably I was trying to beautify the image. The garden was not as floriferous as this. It was a gift for either her birthday or Christmas. She was good at hiding her thoughts and the slightly surreal air was trying to capture that. I think most of my paintings are quite narrative. I’m glad I kept a photo of it, I have lost track of the paintings I have done over the years. Perhaps this ended up in the bin?

Clouds over carpark

Posted on August 20, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Clouds life, cumulonimbus, cumulus, Memories, Sky, Staffordshire, Stoke-on trentLeave a comment

Look up, see the blue, but then see the clouds. Mottled grey and white. When I was a child I was obsessed with clouds. In sewing class I embroidered white and grey clouds on a blue background. When I did art foundation I painted a cloudscape in quink ink. The colour of it, a darkish grey blue, split into browns and blue when you added water. I’ve painted clouds reflected in the windows at Spode in Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire.

Knowledge of clouds. I wish I could recognise them and their types. I know some names, cumulus, cumulonimbus, stratus, etc, etc,…

Yin-yang

Posted on August 19, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Life, Memories, Pareidolia, Pattern, Random, Thinking, wallpaperLeave a comment

Made a coffee, but as often happens I saw a pattern as the cream swirled over the top. I took a photo, which isn’t very good, because I thought it looks like the yin-yang symbol.

I have always, for as long as I remember, found shapes in patterns, from imagined fairies in rose wallpaper, to dragons on tablecloth fabric. I have a mind that has a creative bent. Pareidolia is sometimes fun, sometimes irritating. But I use it for my art.

Sundays were always boring…

Posted on August 14, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Boredom, Childhood, Home, Life, Memories, parents, spin dryer, Sunday, washing day, Washing machine2 Comments

Sitting around being bored. Shops shut, nowhere to go. Listening to the radio, parents doing the washing in a boiler and a spin drier in the kitchen. Steam coming up and then patterns in the water as the spindryer vibrated the bowl that caught the water. No fridge, just a cold pantry, food was usually bacon and eggs for breakfast and tinned peaches and evaporated milk with sliced bread and butter at teatime. It was always the same. Things did change, life got more interesting, but only when my parents got transport, which was two small motorbikes. Memories are strange, they suddenly appear, then what do you do.

Umbrellas

Posted on August 11, 2022 Posted in Fine Art, UncategorizedTagged Art, Burslem, History, Leopard Hotel, Life, Memories, Mural, Staffordshire, Stoke-on trent, Time2 Comments

Memory from 2017 of a mural I painted in 2007. This was at the Leopard Hotel in Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent. I have a strong connection with Burslem from doing a series of murals in the hotel. Who knows whether I will do anymore?

I would love to do a bit more mural painting, or scenery, or large paintings. I’m hoping if I can get my shaking arm under control I might be able to do it.

Memories are a great thing, but also they can be tinged with sadness when you think of all the things you could have done. I do wonder about the pandemic times. Could I have done more to keep my art business going? What things can I do to actually sell my work? I’m not a sales person, I’m an artist…. I don’t think I’ll ever have a USP!

old digital work

Posted on August 4, 2022 Posted in Sketching, UncategorizedTagged 2019 drawing, Digital drawing, Experiment, Filters, Memories, Photoshop drawing, Profile, sequence, WaterLeave a comment

a long time ago (2019) , I was playing with photoshop and came up with a series of images. I would start with one digital drawing, put it through a filter or two until I was happy with the result, save it and then filter it again. I have several series of jpegs where I have changed the images incrementally, up to 9 or 10 times. Its a way of learning how you can alter or edit an image without loosing the sequence. I dont tend to do it anymore unless someone wants to see how Ive worked something out. I do have too many images, but I do like to look back at them occassionally, it helps me understand how I got here.

Declutter in summer?

Posted on June 16, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged attachments, Books, charity shop, declutter, Dusting, Emotions, magazines, MemoriesLeave a comment

Just got rid of twenty books to the local charity shop.

Relocating ‘stuff’ is hard work in the Summer. Especially since its forecast 29 to 30°C over the next couple of days. We found a damp patch so now there a tray of absorbent crystals under this space, I think it’s just condensation because it was stuffed with books!

That’s the main problem, books, more than one thousand when I gave up counting. The trouble is that especially with hubby, every book has to be checked to see if he still wants it, there is a lot of emotional attachment, a lot of connections and memories. I’m proud of him. So this spring cleaning in the summer is hard and tedious work, but it needs doing.

I dreamt last night…

Posted on June 14, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Competition, Dreams, hopes, Imagination, Memories, Painting, Thoughts, Wondering4 Comments

That I had created a wonderful painting. I’d entered it for a competition and got it in. The dream continued as I walked around a massive gallery, in and out of many rooms. I could not find the painting anywhere. Then I walked u some steps and round a panelled wall. It was there! It said ‘awarded master of art’ next to it. I remember being elated and shocked at the same time. Someone had recognised me as an actual artist! I was standing back, looking at it, wondering how I’d managed to create such complexity and colours. I don’t remember waking up but I’m glad I remembered the dream. It’s odd how things get in your brain, what you want isn’t always what you get, but it’s good to dream!

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Memories