Done in acrylics with crap brush onto crap paper in about 15 mins. No initial sketch. Just from memory of lazing in the garden.
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
Self portrait
Done in acrylics with crap brush onto crap paper in about 15 mins. No initial sketch. Just from memory of lazing in the garden.
Life
Things have changed. I can't quite put my finger on it but there has definitely been a change. When I look back over the last couple of years the words horrendous, scary and exhausting first leap to mind but then I think rewarding, learning and challenging.
When I first sold my business I just did not know what to do with myself being a total workaholic. I have worked since I was 17 years old - my first job on a Kibbutz in Israel and my now I am Chair of North Norfolk Different Strokes. But is it my last job, who knows.
Then I had two chronic illnesses to deal with and the icing on the cake - a mini-stroke. I gave up at one point - thought 'this is it - I am going to spend the rest of my life in pain, hardly mobile and exhausted'. I stayed in bed, pulled the blinds, avoided everyone, didn't go it. Gave up.
That lasted for about a year and friends fell by the wayside because I changed from an outgoing, exuberant, bubbly person into a reclusive, introverted and frightened person.
Then that all changed when my rebellious nature kicked in and I was suddenly on the move - snowboarding, flying birds of prey again, then travel, travel, travel - it was like an explosion of activity of pent up frustration.
Now, this year I am more settled, more eager to get involved with things, happier going out, looking for paid work, lupus in remission and aiming to organise my life. Things still scare me - especially people and situations where I feel vulnerable or out of control. New friends have come into my life, new situations and I finally have stopped feeling guilty about not working full-time. I am enjoying a new hobby - painting, re-establishing an old one - falconry and have even applied for two jobs - one of which I have an interview for next week.
So I have changed - I feared the future - now I don't - I aim to live in the moment as much as possible. I used to be a workaholic - now I am not and have come to terms with that. I am allowing my creative side to come out whereas before I repressed it.
I am living again.
When I first sold my business I just did not know what to do with myself being a total workaholic. I have worked since I was 17 years old - my first job on a Kibbutz in Israel and my now I am Chair of North Norfolk Different Strokes. But is it my last job, who knows.
Then I had two chronic illnesses to deal with and the icing on the cake - a mini-stroke. I gave up at one point - thought 'this is it - I am going to spend the rest of my life in pain, hardly mobile and exhausted'. I stayed in bed, pulled the blinds, avoided everyone, didn't go it. Gave up.
That lasted for about a year and friends fell by the wayside because I changed from an outgoing, exuberant, bubbly person into a reclusive, introverted and frightened person.
Then that all changed when my rebellious nature kicked in and I was suddenly on the move - snowboarding, flying birds of prey again, then travel, travel, travel - it was like an explosion of activity of pent up frustration.
Now, this year I am more settled, more eager to get involved with things, happier going out, looking for paid work, lupus in remission and aiming to organise my life. Things still scare me - especially people and situations where I feel vulnerable or out of control. New friends have come into my life, new situations and I finally have stopped feeling guilty about not working full-time. I am enjoying a new hobby - painting, re-establishing an old one - falconry and have even applied for two jobs - one of which I have an interview for next week.
So I have changed - I feared the future - now I don't - I aim to live in the moment as much as possible. I used to be a workaholic - now I am not and have come to terms with that. I am allowing my creative side to come out whereas before I repressed it.
I am living again.
Monday, 3 May 2010
Flying high
Take a Goshawk, a 
Peregrine, a grumpy sleepy barn owl, two falconers and what have you got....fun!
When an animal dies....
My friend Jamie's chinchilla has died. He was an incredible , smart and loving chinchilla andwill be missed forever.
Here is a video and song Jamie wrote to honour him.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek6X2E4lvEE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek6X2E4lvEE
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Bank Holiday
Having an absolutely fabulous time.
Yesterday the weather was spectacular - so in the garden lazing in the long grass gazing at dandelions and daisies and watching solitary ground bees making their way underground.
Today a bit of chill in the air but what a Sunday - almost a punch up at The Wheatsheaf, then the best roast lunch at The Red Hart and Chelsea played Liverpool!
I am a rugby fan and think football is the worst game ever but when you have two teams like this playing it is worth watching. Quality.
Oh yes...just a reminder...here's some cliches for readers to consider...don't try and pull the wool over my eyes and don't think I was born yesterday.
Saturday, 1 May 2010
Font and Front Garden
Charcoal ... wow I love it ... can make loads of mess. The just coloured pencil and wax crayons. Still looking at the pastels - they are too beautiful to use - they sit like jewels in their box. Too precious for me at the moment
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