
My brains making patterns again. Looking for a photo with a tree in the corner, then quadrupling it and twisting it round. The hoar frost on the twigs and branches added to the texture of the image. I’m doing things like this to keep occupied. X
New paintings and regular art updates.

My brains making patterns again. Looking for a photo with a tree in the corner, then quadrupling it and twisting it round. The hoar frost on the twigs and branches added to the texture of the image. I’m doing things like this to keep occupied. X

Sometimes I play punk pop music (blonde, ultravox etc) get a torch and shine it on the glitter all in the living room! Totally bonkers but I like remembering my youth.
Also the sunlight through the back window sometimes catches the globe and sparkles shine around the room. I am a very visual person!

I’d played with this photo of a sunset and posted it to Facebook three years ago. I think I was mesmerised by the colours. The branches add interesting structure and the chimney and small lights show humans existence in the world. I can’t recall where I took the original photo.

Cold, chilly, breezy
Old windows in winter
The plants cling on
To cold life
Succulents seem impervious
To the chill factor
Unlike us humans
Who shiver
And wither

Another from my photos of the BCB, British ceramic biennial that was held in Stoke on Trent a few weeks ago.
Some pieces were more beautiful than others, some seemed to have more significance. Some like this seem playful. A piece that has been twiddled and twisted, creating a root like structure but with almost a trumpet bell on the end of it.
Simply placed on a surface in front if a window, the object casts interesting shadows.
I don’t know what I think of it, but it was worth documenting.


It’s wet under the trees, and the old bench that sits next to the kitchen gets damp. We don’t sit on it very often and it’s started to fall apart. I guess we should have varnished it when we got it. Maybe we should replace it with a metal one? Now it’s basically used for pots and potting on. The moss is getting rampant. The leaves need clearing up. Oh well, we live and learn.

There’s still leaves on the trees and we are almost half way through November! The air hasn’t been very cold so the leaves are only gradually turning autumnal. And we have not had too much strong wind here so they haven’t blown off yet. This was the view from the car park at the garden centre today. A lovely blue sky, bright sunlight from a dazzlingly low sun, trees still in leaf. Feels like summer except it was quite cold.

There is a moss appreciation society on Facebook. I’ve joined, and I’m determined to find interesting examples and surfaces to display.
I’d like to know more about the types of moss that grow (basically I like learning about all sorts of things). This rolling stone wants to gather moss.

There is a word I remember from my childhood. TRANKLEMENTS. It means, thingies, bits and bobs, a collection of stuff, not necessarily useful. Just things that you have got together over the years. I haven’t looked it up in the dictionary, so it might mean something entirely different to that, but this is my understanding of the word.
The photo of horse cornucopia sort of feels like that. A thing that isn’t really useful but is interesting. And how would you display it? They clearly have a stand to sit on…. But it’s like a unicorn with the horn at the wrong end, or a seahorse with a shell for a tail? How do people come up with such strange and wonderful ideas?
Just looked it up. I was right, it’s a black country word (west Midlands in the UK) meaning bits and bobs. I remember my gran using it!

I love piled up clouds, dark and threatening, but with bright white patches, and blue sky (enough to make a sailors britches). You know a heavy shower is on the way, but it won’t last long, and the sun will be shining again.
When I used to walk to school I would chase the shadows of clouds. They would drift along the pavement like lapping waves. I don’t seem to see them any more? Maybe their edges are too fluffy. Or they don’t scud past anymore? Has the, weather changed in the last fifty years…?