New paintings and regular art updates.
You know when you see something and you just have to take a photo. Then I was explaining how to take a long, 60 second exposure to someone but it was bright enough at 15 seconds. Finally I used the photodirector app again to add some texture.
This is not my embroidery, it’s a kneeling cushion in the local church. I thought it was really interesting, and had to take a photo.
It’s not Summer, not even Spring, but Strawberries are out in the shops and are quite tasty. I had some tonight for tea with cream. I did sprinkle a bit of sweetner over the top of them.
I did think of adding a few blueberries to the fruit but there was enough with what I’d already prepared.
What I do like is the way cream fills in the little pores of the strawberries, it makes a nice pattern and could be cropped and put together as a collage. I might do that. Red is a favourite colour and this with the contrast of black and white makes a fresh looking image.
I washed my hair earlier. My towel is a bit stiff because I don’t use softener in the machine, so when I wrapped it round my head it stuck out! I laughed when I saw myself in the mirror. I took a photo but I was in silhouette so I tried to lighten it and reduce the contrast. Then I put the picture through my photodirector app which can add texture…. This is the result.
My mind was in a funny condition when I saw these black paper off cuts. I somehow saw a flying dinosaur, pterydactil skeleton!
#bandofsketchers prompt was condition, and rather than drawing something I thought I would share this photo with you.
I just saw this image on FB and I suddenly realised I recognised it (I think), so I wrote this about it as people were saying it was in Stoke on Trent I disagree and think it’s a place called Chasewater :
I’m from Walsall originally and I think at the bottom of the hill was a crossroads called 5 ways? There was a cycle shop half way along as you went from the Walsall end towards Cannock. (over the chase, towards the Katym memorial) We called in there in the 80s and bought a five speed sturmey archer gear which eventually was sold to a cycle collective in York…. Memories..
Apparently taken in 1966, not sure who the photographer was.
Geometric shapes and peeling bark. This morning I went back to my Wednesday art group. I’ve really missed it. Something prompted me burst into song so I ended up singing a verse of “Summertime” which I think is from the opera “Porgy and Bess”,
On the way out I saw this tree with the angles and muted colours in the background. I do wonder what tree it is, it looks like a birch, but too white to be a silver birch plus the bark is peeling off it?
I decided to tap my barometer last night because I haven’t set it in a while. Tapping it allows the (black) pointer to move. It was on change, but it flew down to much rain last night. It’s been raining all morning and the pressure has not risen again. I think this is because another named storm is passing over the UK again, the second in recent days. It’s called Herminia. There is a third heading our way tomorrow. What fun (not).
This munchkin was curled up by my bookcase at the top of the stairs this morning. He’s a medium sized cat and just about fits, he was well asleep but one of the others ran past and disturbed him. He’s like a little guard, he follows me about and keeps an eye on me. The only problem is the risk of tripping up over him. The other boy cat sleeps on a step halfway up the stairs…. And it’s a good job he has white on him or I could go head over heels!
If you don’t have a lid what can you do?
Knives and forks and gilding.
A menu clipped to a board,
Light through a window
And cast down from a chandelier.
Chairs and tables
Scrubbed and clean
Let’s get a coffee
With lots of cream.
Dawns coming a little earlier everyday. It’s almost a month since the shortest day in the Northern Hemisphere (getting dark slightly earlier in the South).
I only really feel the year has turned when there’s still a bit of light in the sky at 5pm. I remember work days when I would go to the work in the dark and home in the dark. I’m just waiting, hoping for sunlight and warmth.
Mallaband-Brown