New paintings and regular art updates.
My hubby has his own unique way of colouring in colouring books. It’s his style, not necessarily keeping in the lines. But he gets a lot of pleasure from it. It calms him down. Makes time fly. There might be more simple ways of doing it, but this is his art. And it helps him to relax. X
Toowit toowoo
Male and female
Singing to each other
Across the night.
Tawny owls
Once I heard them
Up, beyond the house
In the trees.
Calling
Toowit toowoo!
Ow gone
Sad memories
Lost
The days flash by
Rushing past
Flying by
Moving so fast
Day and night
Are gone
in no time
Zooming
Into another meeting!
Boy! I must have been feeling cheerful when I drew this (not).
I’m not even sure what I drew it in, except black marker pen, it’s a bit ghastly. I’m not even sure why I saved it, except that it documents the pandemic a bit, you can’t always have jolly art I guess.
I should write an ode or a poem, but I’m sitting at my computer trying to get some writing done and I just decided to give myself a break and choose a random picture to post here. I’m off in search of some warmth in a minute though. I think it’s cold as the grave up here in the front bedroom ( we don’t put the heating on upstairs, saves money).
Stay safe! X
Don’t quite know why a screen full of faces intruiges me? I think it’s the combination of colours. And by using texture filters I can disguise the participants. It’s mainly abstract now although you can tell there are people there just about. Photodirector effects is what I used.
Sunlight, star shine
December blue
New month
End of year
Finding warmth
Snuggling beneath blankets
Cats curl their tails
Round your hand
Decorations in windows
And hanging down
Like icicles.
Season to be merry
Or sad….
Mid winter arrived
Before you knew it
And passed slowly
Into a foggy grey
New year
Oh, I don’t know what is wrong with me, I just feel sad. I’m fed up with things, the cat has got another appointment at the vets. I think I need to see them too! My shoulder aches, although the exercises I’m doing really are helping. I just want to talk to someone new, or an old friend, but I don’t want to bother them with my worries. I find myself staying indoors, keeping myself to myself, ignoring my hubby who comes up with grandiose ideas and I can’t keep up with him. Anyway enough moaning… Take care everyone. Have a good weekend.
A collection of watches, new and old. Broken straps, flat batteries. I’m thinking of using some of them in my college course. We have to create an artefact that will show our artistic practice. I can’t show you my ideas as it’s for the course only but I will discuss what I’m thinking about.
My idea is to re use old watches and clocks and repurpose them. A lot of the time (no pun intended), watches don’t have their batteries replaced or their wrist straps break, or they just go out of fashion. There must be old watches in drawers or cupboards all over the country.
My idea is to incorporate them into something else, so that they are useful again. It would mean trying to find watches that could be fixed or reconditioned and then fix them into the body of an object that can then be used a a decorative time piece.
Still llife photo of conkers. Photo taken last year at Bodnant Garden in North Wales last year. What a great trip out that was. We walked round the large garden grounds. Down into the river valley, past huge and ancient trees. Late flowering perennials and bushes. Its a charming place to visit, but be aware it is hilly. Its a National Trust site so its very well maintained. There are small shops trading there, a garden centre and a cafe/restaurant.
Great for a visit when the garden is in full bloom, especially the laburnum walk. You can join the National Trust or pay when you visit. BUT check opening times, it does close in the winter and with the lockdown for the pandemic there will be changes to visiting and probably closures.
A non partisan poem?
The clock is ticking.
If he loses
Will the World end?
No
Will my heart stop?
No.
Will a war start?
No
Things will change slowly
Life will continue
Death will continue
But
He will sell snow
In the Arctic
He will sell coal
To Miners
He will make himself
Great again.
Mallaband-Brown