New paintings and regular art updates.
Laboratory was the #30daysketchbookchallenge for today. I decided to draw some glass vessels full of coloured liquids. I suppose that’s the stereotypical image people have of the equipment in laboratories, but they come in all sorts of types, for physics, chemistry, biology, geology, archeology, with lasers, scanning electron microscopes, x-ray machines, burettes and pipettes….. So much to find out about the world around us…
Playing with an ink roller that you would use to cover over your address on documents and used soft pencil on top…. Stones, posted in a page on Facebook about Grayson Perry’s Art club…
I just saw this meme or whatever it is on Facebook and had to ‘borrow’ it. It was actually on someone’s memories from four years ago but it was spoken by Tom Baker as The Doctor as it says in 1977. Perhaps he, or the writer of the episode had time travelled to the twenty first century. Of course George Orwell came to much the same conclusions in his novel 1984. (Which was actually written in 1948).
Fake News or propaganda is everywhere. I just think we should be more cautious about what appears on the Internet…..
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That was hard! After winning last time we could only come third this time with devilish questions.
Who knew a Cria is a baby Alpaca? Not a baby Llama by the way.
You had to know the scores on Scrabble tiles for heavens sake. I thought William Shakespeare had a score of 30? it was 32.
We came close, 43.5 against 48. Some inspired guesses, but who knew the train line across Australia is called the Gan, which in turn is based on the old name for camel trains?
These questions keep getting harder!
Remember the family, remember their lives
Young people, taken before their time, in their twenties.
Ninteenth century losers in the lottery of life.
How did they die? Illness? Industrial accident? Food poisoning? TB? Who knows, but three people from the same family were lost.
Before antibiotics, before modern medicine. Life is precious. You never know when the grim reaper will strike?
And now? Death rates you would imagine during the black death. Loss of life and illness greater than World Wars. We can only hope that life will continue. But maybe changed? More peaceful, less stressful? We can only wait and see.
Through the dark night a butterfly flits, grey and green, not a moth. Looking for night-time flowers, like night scented stock.
The ghostly wings drop tiny scales, dusting the flowers with small droplets of white and grey.
Wings like snowflakes, flying through the cold dark, settling in a crevice at dawn. Sleeping till sunset arrives again….
Why is it
When you
Cross your
Eyes
You get
Double vision?
I see
Your face
In my
Glass
Don’t laugh
At my
Crossed
Eyes!
Is it
Double vision
Or a
Double cross…?
Lockdown, I can only go out for exercise and do essential shopping.
But when you think about it, it’s not that bad. I’m not stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere with no one to talk to. I am warm, I have food, I cn talk to people on the phone or online. I might be getting a bit bored. But it’s not like in the past, when I was a child. On Sundays everywhere was closed. No one that worked in simple, low paid jobs, could afford a car. Very few eople had tv’s and there was only one channel and a few radio stations. Computers didn’t exist except in universities or in the armed forces. The air was dirty and polluted, coal fires were the norm to heat houses. It was a different world.
Now we are linked? Possibly too much. But if we stay away from each other as much as we can? Things might just get better…
Somewhere in 2011 I drew and wrote this. I don’t know if it’s a poem or a lot of B!
It feels like a puzzle, trying to make as many B words as possible.
I also found a sketchbook with drawings from when my friend moved up to Yorkshire. I will post them separately…
Sunset comes to us all. Life is a temporary blip between aeons of nothingness. Celebrate it while you can. When dawn rose life was difficult, you have to learn, to grow. I feel that real life doesn’t start until you reach adulthood or at least when you have to take on adult responsibilities. Then the middle of your life is taken up with nine to five, working for someone, or for yourself. Trying to survive. Finally, if you are lucky you get to retire, or retrain. At least have the hope of doing something you want to do. Keep at it if you can, find a way through to some amount of happiness. Then, rest.
Mallaband-Brown