This is another Watercolour that disappeared through moving around. I only have a photo of it but may consider turning it into an acrylic painting. To be honest, there were some mistakes in the original that I erased using photoshop. That means this is at best a sketch that will need work to become a… Continue reading Hogsback, Surrey
JG MacLeod, Abalone Domestic Violence with a Vengeance Liz is a reticent and shy girl who manages to be a good student regardless of her difficult home life. James is an older boy with apparent learning difficulties. Possibly, his problems are down to a lack of interest in getting an education as he seems reckless… Continue reading New Reviews
Maid You see me now in youth and glory You see me fresh and free of worry Will future bliss be my ascension, Or will my life just give me friction? I stand here on the threshold wary But who can say that life will tarry? No, I must wait and pray and please To… Continue reading Triad
This is my last flower picture – and the last in the series of cherished paintings from my childhood. I remember that we had a vase exactly like the one in the painting but don’t know where it is now. It was rather small but might have been a European copy of an Imari vase.… Continue reading Still-life with Chrysanthemum
Some years ago, I purchased a keyboard for one of the ancestors of the smartphone. Recently, I ordered a reserve ‘hand’ to hold my phone and kindle. I also have a drawing tablet to use as an alternative for my mouse. Why? The strain of working with a mouse, typing on a small screen, and… Continue reading A Crazy World?
*** Blissful state that tumbles kingdoms Frees the wary from their phantoms When the naughty boy of misrule Fires arrows wild and cruel: Every hit can start rebellions Bring on unrestrained illusions, Landscapes razed by fierce accension Just to gain that sad attention. Once achieved the game is up Blindfold lad has drained his cup… Continue reading Falling in Love
*** Somebody in my household must have had a penchant flower-paintings: my third childhood painting instalment is a lovely rendition of golden chrysanthemums in a vase. This may not have been my parent’s style though, because I found some of the best flower paintings in the attic. This is one of them. The frame is… Continue reading Chrysanthemum
What is a good review? It is helpful. It is fair. It is honest. It isn’t venomous, or destructive. All authors experience negative reviews, and that is all right. We can’t expect to please everybody. Naturally, there are various approaches to reviewing, and that leaves us with a few questions. What is a ‘bad’ assessment?… Continue reading A Good review?
Violin drills emerge from the trees But nobody glimpses a fiddler, a source: Blackbirds can emulate any one sound They relish a challenge for fingers or throat. The robin however, his red breast afire Sings harmony, filled with enchantment, desire His voice trills and ululates; he measures invention Forms pictures of bliss while he waits… Continue reading Musical Birds
The second painting from my childhood home is a flower painting. There is no signature, but it doesn’t really matter. This is a beautiful painting that I’ve loved for a long time. It had an accident Many years ago – a boy was playing ball in the corridor where the picture hang – and the… Continue reading Irises