I enjoy drawing contours, daft I know. It was very time consuming doing this and eventually I decided to stop and leave some white paper showing.
The nuclei of the pattern were coloured dots created from ink coming through the back of the previous page. My hubby thinks they look like electron shells for benzene? I think I understand where he’s coming from. I’m starting a course on illustration on Monday. Trying to calm last minute nerves with a little drawing meditation. Doing this creates flow, and I forget the time, day, the stresses of the world around me.
I wanted to write a poem that rhymed more. A lot of what I write is in blank verse (a poem where words don’t rhyme). I tried to do something more flowing here. Don’t know if it worked. (Could be a song?)
different place in space,
we’ve moved on,
you and I,
its a different sky.
My time is here,
your time has gone,
my life moves on,
you are almost forgotten.
Don’t force a smile,
you will be fine,
just let me go,
the stars say so.
Do say farewells,
and stay a friend,
but our sweet love,
must have an end.
I have my PC, it’s been upgraded to Windows 10. I have spent HOURS and HOURS trying to get my email to work on it.
It’s a good job my hairs grown. I’m ready to tear it out! I have got to get it done, and of course with covid 19 it’s hard to get hold of expertise to sort it out.
Why is it so hard? I want to sync my phone to my PC so I can simply read my email and access a website I need to use.
Look, I’m not that old, but I don’t understand windows 10, I only had it installed because I had to. I don’t want to have to learn exerything new each time I upgrade. Call me a stick in the mud, I AM!
Clackers.. Two balls on a string you waved up and down, with a little ring in the middle. They were meant to bounce off each other top and bottom. Many a broken finger….
Made of hard plastic, some luminous green, other colours too. I remember them being quite heavy. The cord holding them together was made of nylon. The string was tied round the ring at the halfway point. You moved your arm up and down fast, the balls would be sent flying and bounce at the top and bottom of their arc, making the characteristic ‘clacking’ noise. Hence the name.
As with other toys from the 70’s I doubt they would have been approved by health and safety now!
Image by N. F. Mirza from her book.
I don’t do reviews…
But (you know one was coming). I just sat down to read ” Swinging Sanity” a book of poetry by my friend N. F. Mirza, who I know as ‘stoneronarollercoaster’ at WordPress.
I’ve known her for a while and found out she was a writer and now a published poet. Her book is a small volume. But it’s full to bursting with poetry full of emotion. As she moves through life, using it to discover her mental health and wellbeing.
The poems are forceful, I’m no poetry critic, but I found them easy to read. Some of them touched raw nerves, and you can see her heart torn open in many of them. I particularly liked Ocean and I become one.
I haven’t been to my studio for months , I’m keeping away from people as much as I can. That said, it was lovely to come across this photo. I was at tge studio at Spode. It must have been cold because I was wearing a hat. I don’t know where the jumper went to…..
It is clear I was happy in the photo, something had made me chuckle. Someday things will get better. Some of the paintings have been sold, but I can’t do craft fairs or exhibitions at the moment so I haven’t been replacing them. Maybe I will have a go again soon. I have got a course that I’m taking which starts in June. Hopefully that will get me going again.
I went to Germany on a wine tasting visit in the 1990’s. It was overland and by ferry, so it took about twelve hours on the coach. Plus I had a bad cold, so it wasn’t the best trip. However I enjoyed it and bought home a German glass. I got that and a small cookoo clock to bring home as souvenirs. One man that travelled with the tour was convinced we had gone over the border into East Germany. He was quite strange. We were actually going to the Rhine area.
We went in the autumn and the trees were changing colour, we went along the mosel River and sampled ‘qualitatswein mit pradicat’ if I remember correctly. The sun set an hour earlier because we were in a different time zone. We enjoyed a trip on a river boat, and to a winery. The steep valleys and winding roads were spectacular.
On our way back we watched the film ‘the hunt for red October’ on the coach TV’s that was the first, and last time I have watched TV while travelling.