new toy – an internet radio
Click To Play I felt the need for a new cheering toy last week, and I think I chose well. My new internet radio tunes in via the net to over 5000 radio stations worldwide, and better still, makes me sit on my bed with a cup of tea while I listen to it. I more »
end of the week…
Sometimes, it seems, I still have no choice but to just sit and stare. On Friday this week I’d planned to head home early for a rest. I was going to sit in bed, listen to the radio and drink tea. Instead I found myself sitting on a sofa in Aberystwyth Arts Centre with no more »
A little bit of perfection
I like what Angnes Martin has to say about perfection in art. I suppose recently I’ve been making art with more intention than I did before I was studying, and that has made me question what that intension actually is. I’ve been reminded of a summer I was painting with a landscape artist here in more »
Watching and Drawing
Click To Play I’m getting a bit obsessed with mixing video and drawing. This video feels like it represents the two aspects of me, the doer and the watcher. Both these chaps seem to be increasingly cropping up in my MA work. I suspect they’ve emerged from all the years of therapy I undertook when more »
Yet more snow
Click To Play The quality of the original video wasn’t as good on this one (it was taken on my mobile phone) but I like the fact that it’s longer (about 26 minutes) and that very little happens. If you do stick with it there is a point when a mound of snow plummets off more »
Better Quality
Click To Play I’ve been playing around with yesterday’s video and think I’ve finally got something I’m happy with in terms of how it looks here.
More Snow (and a correction)
It finally stopped snowing, but only just. I’ve had another day at home (the lane to the road is too deeply covered with snow to drive down) mostly staring out of the window at the huge flakes of snow floating past. Moved by yesterday’s post I reached down my copy of The House at Pooh more »
The more it goes, tiddly pom
The more it goes, tiddly pom The more it goes, tiddly pom On snowing. And nobody knows, tiddly pom How cold my toes, tiddly pom How cold my toes, tiddly pom Are growing. The House at Pooh Corner, A A Milne Actually my toes (tiddly pom) are perfectly warm and snug. It is snowing though more »
a serendipitous synchronicity…
I suppose part of me (and at the moment I’m exploring the rather contradictory parts of me) is skeptical of the serendipitous and the synchronous. I’ve done all the reading. The Artist’s Way set me on the path I’m on right now, for which I’m very grateful, and I’ve even poured over Jung. I want more »
I’ve no idea what this says…
…but it’s still lovely to see my name in print! The article above was sent to me from South Africa and refers to a wonderful project I was involved in last year. Groceries: 56 Stories Oor Huishopudelike Produkte is a book by Harry Kalmer, illustrated with some wonderful drawings by some of my favourite artists more »
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