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Category Archives: About artists.
Getting ready.
The OH is off on a singles holiday in Spain, though as he’s doing a video call or two every day, it’s not as much of a holiday for me as I envisaged. My block of stone I have not … Continue reading
Loss of a friend.
My goodness this is difficult. I rang my friend every week, or, more, often, she rang me. We both have landlines, though she was up to date and had a smart phone too. She actually budgeted to be able to … Continue reading
A sad loss.
I am so sad to tell you of the death of Lynne Medhurst. She was found dead at her house on Friday. Without Lynne there would be no website here. I was exhibiting at possibly my second Miniatura when a … Continue reading
A light coating of soup.
I did remark some posts ago about the disappearance of time as soon as the Min is but a few weeks hence. Three currently. Do scroll down if you visit weekly, or even, weakly, this is the third post in … Continue reading
Werk. Bang.
I have finished the rubbing down and cleared up. I have wet washed the floor, all the drapes across the furniture, my clothes, my hair, my bed and anything else involved. Fifteen solid at least fourteen hour days. Never done … Continue reading
Pressing the buttons.
The OH is utterly addicted to his mobile phone. If he is awake, it is in his hand. He thinks he is a genius because he knows everything, I think he has outsourced his thinking. When I rub down the … Continue reading
W-erk! 2
My dining table currently looks like this . It’s the result of pouring porcelain every twelve hour day for a fortnight. If I do that, I get this, which is a lot of work no matter which end you look … Continue reading
The time of the lilies.
Sounds like one of those frustrated nineteenth century novels where the heroine spends a great deal of time looking out of an upstairs window, fiddling with the net curtains whilst pinning all her hopes on a forthcoming bring and buy … Continue reading
Gareth not Gareth.
I’ve been looking after the grandchildren while their parents were away on holiday. They live in a lovely Edwardian semi with all the original fireplaces, halfway up a mountain in Wales. Mountain is not an exaggeration. The first day I … Continue reading
Finished! (for now).
Very occasionally I’m quite pleased with myself. I was this afternoon, as I washed the kitchen floor having tidied up all the mess engendered by mould making. It is not dainty. I wore the same plaster encrusted trousers for a … Continue reading