05 09 2024

 

Butterfly finished, ditto centipede... fairly inert here, overwhelmed by writing stuff so paralysed by it, Bruno still visiting -weather on the turn. I'm as confused as the rest of the wildlife.

04 09 2024

 

really, ugh... if it wasn't part of a (long) series I wouldn't bovver. 

Which does call the long series into question. 

Spinoza keeping me sane.

The portrait of Raul I did for his feschgrift is out and looks good but nothing like Raul, alas. Bob says it looks warm, which is something.

Apropos, I have to make a video of congratulation for him now, something I've not done before (made a sendable video) and I'm putting off. 

02 09 2924

Rather like the bat, above, though I used the wrong ink (Toby had given me a pot of violet ink and a bottle of brown: I'd intended to use my walnut ink but thought I'd give the new stuff a try. Picked up the wrong bottle. Brown bat becomes transformed. Had to work had to pull it back to a respectable likeness and though I have failed, its very bat-ness is apparent.)

Haven't photographed the other pic., a butterfly - meretriciously dull - might just bin it.

 

28 08 2024

 No longer sure what counts as 'work' in a work diary... but busy, for sure.  Nearly finished chapter 2 of my Big Girls Guide to Death book :) Enjoying it far too much. OOO Spinoza!! But not so keen on some of the other enlightenment geezers. 

And taking notes for a couple of drawings which I must finish before the month is out.

21 08 2024

Last for August - unless I get it together for more - but since the birds have flown and the insects gone quiet (its colder-) there's not a lot happening. That I'm able to deal with.

 

15 08 2024

 The adolescent who has taken over the garden , sulking and louche. 

12 08 2024

 Another switch has been flipped in me and I'm drawing again, with pleasure; plotting a painting or two also. Maybe the writing has got too difficult! (Possible) 

Trying to work out what has happened. 

Had a shock on Saturday. No big deal, but a shock. En route to meet Richard for weekend at theirs, done the shopping but I went back into store to get something Id forgotten - and forgetting I had Bobs shopping in my bag. Triggered alarm, bladyblah, easy - rang Bob to come from car with his receipt. That was that. But it took a while and I encountered amazing hostility, which I'm unused to. Can that sort of identity thing make a difference? The queue behind me watching as I'm accused of badness?? (I mean, really - if I was stealing something would I leave the marker on it and go through the till? Never had to think about it but no, I wouldn't) (I tend not to steal though if I had to, probably would -)

Had a relaxing time, swam, drank a lot, ate well - that's probably the difference - and its early days, I may just be missing drawing and bored with research.

These are rather lovely seed pods from a Golden Rain tree... 

and below, meteor watching in Belpeche.