Bubble wrap and hessian

With added filters. Mainly using Instagram filters after I had taken the photo, then created a collage using incollage. I wanted to use the filters there but the ones I looked at are pro tools and you have to pay to use them, so I tried to recreate the feel using Instagram. I changed it to black and white, twisted it round, changed the brightness and contrast. I also changed the structure setting and the sharpness. It’s all done by eye and how I feel about the resultant images.

Trumpet playing

What skill would you like to learn?

I started learning pre covid, but I couldn’t afford frequent lessons. Then the pandemic happened and I stopped learning. I thought I would pick it up again, but I’d got out of touch with people.

I don’t know whether I will try again, I need to make a decision because if I don’t I will never know if I could have done it.

So I’m going to have to get my trumpet out when I’m well and see if I can make the right noises. It’s not just my mouth, but my arms need to be in better condition to be able to hold the trumpet and manipulate the valves. If I can’t I won’t be able to play it.

If like other skills it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert at something, it means it’s highly unlikely that I will ever be much good. But I can try.

Abstracting or adding?

What has this become? Duplicated, added filters, texture, sharpness. Mixed and muddled. Colourful, like false colour terrain. You can have a lot of fun with digital art. I feel like I’m flying over a mad landscape, rather like in 2001 a space oddessy when Dave Bowman flies through an alien landscape near the end of the film. What fun a bit psychedelic! x

Trumpet player

What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?

I would play the trumpet at a gig! I started learning before the pandemic, but of course that intervened. I am also having problems with my health and I haven’t held or played my trumpet for three years now. It’s probably seized up, I know I have!

I’d learnt enough to play scales and a few short tunes. But the trouble now is fear. Fear of failure, of not being able to do it any more. So the trumpet sits in its case in the living room. It’s not a good thing to let go of the start of something, I regret not pursuing the skill.

I admire jazz trumpeters and also players in brass bands. But holding it and positioning my mouth wasn’t easy and I wanted to be better at playing than I was. Perhaps that is the problem. Too much expectation, not enough skill.

To play for one day. To an audience. That would be a thing. Maybe I should start again, ask for someone to teach me?

Maybe…. It would be thrilling!

Five letters

I’m still playing…

Stray, spice, slope…

Wordle got me

Fight, gates, grape….

I hear these words in my head

Trawl, choice, fears….

Saying words that fit the frame

Frame, banes, party….

Driving me madly badly silly

Batty, ratty, tatty…

Some American spellings catch me out

About, spout, trout,

Not the above!

But humour or humor?

But now my mind

Ticks… Tocks… Evoke….

Five letter W. O. R. D. S