As Time Goes By

IMG_3923Its springtime the birds are spinning into action and song as the migrants return and the quest for a breeding partner resumes. Its time to get the paints out after a serious bout of artistic “bloc” – or perhaps sheer laziness. My creative energies have been channelled into music of late for sure – but its now lovely to splash a few watercolours around and make a real mess on paper!

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Too Late Santa …. sorry

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Here’s my Christmas card to all my avid readers, Sorry – I know its late but Santa dropped the parcel and couldn’t find it till now …. sorry. He’s been kept busy with a flooded house and a requirement to consume more than usual copious amounts of single malt Scotch whisky … sorry. But merry Christmas anyway and may the spirit of peace and joy inhabit your souls through this coming year. Sorry ……..

In between the moments

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A sketch is all I can manage, as the seasons change clothes in this late remembered summer. It’s September and still the fruit loiters in the sunning of the skies, waiting for the call of the next. A lazy summer of headiness slinks away reluctantly. The wren chatters the beck for the umpteenth time and the coal tit still manages the flirt twixt branch and feeder. And yet – a sketch is all I can manage.

Fresh paper, fresh paint

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Frustrated by the effort of trying to paint something, I let the paint and brushes guide my work. Quickly the remembered coastline emerges from my collected unconsciousness to take on a form that echoes. Trying not to be concerned with producing something to be hung about or sung about the, art magic happens. It might not be detailed, or recognisable as anything, but it lies in its own honesty as a little bit of fresh.