Bars of clouds ascend on high.
Coloured lights paint the sky
How I wish I could return,
to that land of woods and fern.
and valleys deep,
Singers from the Mines and Steel.
Workers with their hands and feet
Love their land through wake and sleep.
I can only look from far
Wishing always to be there.
Welsh by ancestors alone,
Looking cross the border land
Perhaps one day I will lie
Between the earth and cloud barred sky.
I don’t know if anyone out there is interested in this?
Our government just lost a vote by a massive margin. Our Prime Minister has failed to get her argument accepted and the country does not know what is going to happen.the vote was 202 for her and 432 against her. There must be a chance we can ditch it and start trying to improve the situation. I think we have got to realise how patronising other countries must think we are. We seem to think everything is about us. Shouting loudly at foreigners and treating people who want to come here with contempt.
Not everyone feels like that. Some of us want to embrace Europe and the rest of the world as part of the human family.
I just hope we can get the mess sorted out. We need to care more about people and less about money and greed.
I fill a large plastic bottle of water from the tap to water my houseplants. It had the advantage that I can reach some of the pots that are a bit out of reach for me.
This morning I saw all these tiny bubbles in the water. Air must have been dissolved in the water and had condensed on slightly rougher places on the surface of the plastic.
The blues and greens are from the tiles and paintwork in the kitchen. The shape of the bottle, with its swirling curves, adds to the interest. The bottle also acted as a lens and I like the contrast in the focus, making the bubbles in and out of focus.
Clutter or art. I have such a visual brain that I love to see things on my walls. But I know my way is not everyone’s way.
But I would argue that there is some wonderful, arresting, interesting and challenging art out there and as an artist I like to add to it.
So if you would like something painting or drawing get in touch. I would be so happy to create something for you.
I haven’t slept
He keeps me awake
When he mutters
All the time
In his sleep .
I am cracking
My mind is numb
Except for an ache behind my eyes.
My dry eyes
That’s what I need…..
These are some of the illustrations I did for my thesis on pre Christian celtic art from the fifteenth century BC to the first AD.
Sorry they are not beautifully photographed but it’s 3.30am and I was excited because I found it and it’s the first time I’ve seen it for about 38 years!
I see now where I get my love of patterns from and that I could do some of these drawings now. I don’t know where I started with some of them…. Oh the confidence of youth.
There are photographs in the thesis but I haven’t included them as they were taken by a friend. They are starting to fade but surprisingly the pen and ink drawings I did seem to have stayed stable. Probably because it’s been stored in a drawer…
Right. Bedtime I think.
I’m using my tablet so I can draw in sketcher free which allows you to draw flowing spiralling lines.
Is she singing ?
Or listening to birdsong?
Will it fly,
Or has it landed
I the wind is streaming,
Or she is running?