Love notes in a tin

Though the subject vague Jo put a face to counting

Stop reflect think

You might change what your going to do next
Pex appeal what’s the next appeal

I wish I was more like you

You like me because I’m me

“Documenting Madness”

Scan to print and on electronic tablet

Nothing is exactly the same always evolving

Make a conscious effort to way things used to be

Photo shoot image trace & vectorise / black white to software

We got laser in the workshop 3ml Perspex pane
Get those love notes into the light
Nothing is worth anything if it’s easy
Preparation
Sheet one 16 notes that’s how it’s going to be
Take heart press start
Bring those notes into laser light.
Observing
Black engraving Green to cut
Settings for success
Process
Love notes in a tin

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Challenging Ourselves

Not as cold as Norway

But you could see your breath

“Rhubarb” she said were off to the pub

Pulling it out of yourself

Red acrylic spreads like butter

Yellow follows

Darkest of umber

Red purple blue

image

Vibrates with emotion I hear it said

Something new for the exhibition stimulates new ideas

The space itself the canvas 

Like an unfinished memory
 

 

Learning to see

Dad

Dad

If growth is taking place then something is working right
Keeping moving but still going over the same ground
Annoying
Enthusiastic
Then it wains
Millions of little factories at work
We know very little about
Got to appreciate the ability
To think
Let your mind roam free
I am is the place be.

Influences Of Love

Note

Note

Playing guitar or chasing dust
Painting to washing up
Drying oil bugs me
A picture emerges
Without relating , it as no reality
Got to be able to relate to the picture
People or something else
Connections.

Value
Always had trouble spelling
He bought me a I Pad
Fretting about the folding stuff
Holds me back
Keep pish’ing it out
Conscious though edit for me
Words don’t stop the vehicle moving
Could be jumbled
Convey thought don’t worry about not knowing the cleverest words
Now going to wash up.

Holbeck at night

Holbeck at night
it’s a wonderful sight
looking for dark arches
it’s left park up
be quick holding up the show
kids in a new hiding place
spirits soar a firm response
I choose the oar
hot water bottles blankets it’s cold
wine flows a pound a slug
ruby ruby ruby mac when will you be back
A firm of poets
maxine
Holbeck at night

 

Red Purse 

Experiment try new materials
new techniques, new goals.

We know
there’s fun in asking questions
if you stop it’s the end of the game
seeing beyond the day.

The un created
ideas positive chain reactions
life as a rhythm but we run out of time
hear the beat keep it simple
In a short tweet.

For better or worse
your in my red purse
because it was worse to be without you baby.

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Things Change

Things change

There is something you can change
your outlook on the situation
learning to accept what you cannot change
view more positive
looking for ways to cope
rather than drastic means to end it
you start to take a measure of
control of what seems to be an uncontrollable situation
The common cold of the mind
anyone can get it
it can be treated
things change.

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Nostalgia Studio and Space

When the future looks unattractive we spend more time thinking of the past.You my have prospered emotionally there’s no guarantee will that continue ? we have to take charge now.I’m in a different place from we’re I started vital art development 6days 6 weeks none stop into a studio lone but not lonely the year went by fast.A painter is like a traveller with every first step finding new ways unable to stop left or is it right .A clear line without clutter absorbing the cost along the way ,we lean in and slow down .Bring past experience to bare art is as varied as our needs innate power drawing us in if we are not care full takes over concentration to isolation.
The most important the ones closest are the ones that help us the most
quiet ways my gal Maxine and David .

Constructive development we calculated the cost after – rent/ petrol/ parking/ food and drink though I recall losing weight went through two grand a tool at the right time. Use influence from the past does not fit into the present you’ve got to find a better way of working .I’m not interested that much in nostalgia I’m part of it the gentle annoyance.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be

Dashboard but not fingerboard word press to a new page
New links oh no I have to make sure it’s embed in blue.

Conscious thoughts edit for me

We pummel ourselves we think we’re broken
That’s were I want to be.

Don’t hide inside others to be seen
The world it’s good with that
Someone asked me “what is your practice ?
Its part of the process of change you see.

Concepts inherent in everyday materials life
we pull out help from inside
but at the same time it legs us up
That’s how it is .

 

Reflection (Don’t live in reflection grab the fear)

I had no intention of drawing it came as a complete surprise things can and have changed. we have all being trapped in a short life.Our ability to control our life seems to be always in doubt we have only ourself to trade .The web is live how did that happen file in line gallery,post and publish the digital drop in the tech stuff finding out what was needed keeping it simple.The tools are there to use the dashboard now draws me in I could not stand more digits in my head.Something new stimulates a positive chain reaction ..change.Something was happening the more I focused the less I was aware of what was going on round me always winning and losing .
Stop and reflect think about what your trying to do
You might change what your trying to do next .

Playing with the paint
A young girl I used to be what has changed is external to me ,
To my studio I go it’s just as I left it the day befor
The door is open the smell of paint is strong
a picture unfinished but not for long.
I want to bring my work to life with passion and panache
drab not a happy place
I cut a swath of colour that will bring the slate to life
past and present meet .

Tubes of paint with out lids
liquin and varnish shades of grey not to mention the tray
the aftermath of a great day.
Brushes on table tops
rich plums and sienna too work well with Prussian blue.
The knife is bent how did that happen
canvas or board it matters not
there’s still paint in the pot.
Charcoal smudges work of fingers
finding colours to inbue
nervous of cause
but terrified of not going out there.

With paint as fresh as a bright idea
we’re nearer to winter but closer to spring
you’d like to sketch
I felt strong so easel and paint to town I went
views from lady or gent
a wink a wave on the subject of art there not too hot .
burning “grass” smells all a round
the soul as gone to return it must
source and focus of creative activity
is it not in our domestic
circumstance .
Sienna tint on canvas blushes of the bride
red knickers on the line
the colours of the heart we can not see
nude silk stockings and suntan bodies
a mixed palette so true clash blend those colours new
my eye can see the hand holds the brush I am nothing without the heart within me ; it is everything nothing the art we produce
innate creative power.
The power of play

jill in front of her shop