I like to make myself at home wherever I go. Tea drinking is a big part of that. Improvisation is often involved.
Workshop participant A.
Where is the teapot?
Workshop participant B.
She is painting it .
It was a very pretty teapot. Crying out to be painted. I should have waited for it to be emptied perhaps but none of that matters now.
Chalk on card.
A quick sketch done this afternoon when blood sugars and other things were low.
It perked me up nicely.
I am bird nerd. Always ways always will be. A good portion of my life is spent just looking out the window studying their activities. Not a minute of it a waste.
They have dismantled the house across the road where the pigeons were nesting, I knew the day would come. They were bold and held on till the end but they have moved on now. Their home of many years is nothing but an expanse of sky between two walls. I still see them flying though. A swathe of silver circles the rooftops before ducking and dipping out of sight. A marvel that lifts my soul each and every time I catch it.
My dream is to one day have a house with a garden and in that garden there will be a tree with a bird or two or three or more.
Birds mean home to me. I want them to take me with them. Home.
The mystical hermit in me produced these drawings. A manuscript or perhaps a Tarot deck is what they conjure for me. What say you cards?
Mixed media on pastel paper. A3 size.
I have had several of these in my lifetime. I always manage to turn them around.
I found this piece of black wood while doing a beach clean at Shellybanks on the South Wall in Dublin. I was very taken with it so I took it home gave it a wipe and waited for the moment of inspiration. I saw the figure in the wood and brought it out in crayon which I later touched up with acrylic paint.
It is featured in the table selfies post but I wanted to give it its own post because I think it deserves it.
Acrylic and oil pastels on pastel cartridge paper.
I am always interested in exploring the masculine and feminine principles and looking at the dualistic aspect of life and identity. How the unconscious unformed self and the boxy conscious rational acceptable front confront each other. Partners in a dance where toes get trodden on.