New paintings and regular art updates.
Normally by now I would be showing you beautiful photos of my garden, but I hardly go out the back door anymore. My hubby used to carry in bags of compost and I would refill pots with it and buy plants to fill them. But now I need help. I want to be sure I won’t fall or trip up! Must get some help. X
Well I decided to do a collage for #bandofsketchers prompt virtual travel. This is using bits of monoprint, bits from magazines, green post it notes and black ink pens. The view is where I want to be, Bovisand Bay, near Plymouth, South Devon.
I wanted you to feel the warm sunlight and the tide as it sweeps in and out of the bay. If I could be anywhere now it would be there!
About 2018, hubby and I visited a steam fair at Chelford near Jodrell Bank in Cheshire.
It wad a lovely day out. Lots of country market stalls selling everything from honey to shoes. Lots of mechanical stuff for farmers and people who like to ‘tinker’.
The photo is of a miniature train that was running alongside the main exhibition ring of the fair. We took a short ride on it.
Tractors and steam engines were being displayed. And around the ring were steam gallopers and traction engines, plus food stalls.
Wouldn’t be allowed now!
My mojos gone out, I feel down, I feel demotivated. I think it’s living at this moment. I want to just wrap myself up in a ball, put my head under the duvet, hide.
Feeling myself gently rocking for comfort. Hunched shoulders, unable to start things or respond. I put on a brave face, but it’s hard work. It hasn’t helped being ill for the last few weeks. I think I’ve had tonsillitis and I’ve got an achy shoulder, and toothache and they are all impacting on me. Plus it’s getting darker in the evenings and I’ve not done much walking or going out, nerves about the increase in covid19 I guess. We are looking at more local lockdowns? In the meantime the world seems to be ruled by buffoons, orange, blond and barking mad! Is it any wonder I feel off?
Dancing at a barn dance,
putting up an exhibition,
displaying art on my craft stall.
Walking along the canal,
cycling through the countryside,
taking tea at a posh teashop.
Visiting a castle,
looking out to sea,
feeling the wind in my hair.
I’m glad I’m not
suffering from hunger,
hiding from bombs,
frightened and missing my family.
Too poor to buy medicine,
and all the time oppressed.
I may wish for things,
but I’m lucky to have things.
Mallaband-Brown