Two paintings for the exhibition next Thursday.
If I Can Dream. Oil on canvas. 76 x 51Cm.
Riding Along On The Crest Of A Wave. Oil on canvas. 30 x 36cm.
Wednesday, 28 June 2017
Friday, 23 June 2017
From Penarth News, 21st June.
In Penarth today an on-shore easterly breeze (despite what the BBC weather chart says) is keeping it slightly cooler than in baking Cardiff – or London where temperatures are expected to reach 34C.
Today is the summer solstice – the longest day of the year – when Penarth is set to enjoy 16 hours and 38 minutes of daylight. The sun rose at 04:43 and sets at 21:31 .
The heatwave is expected to end tomorrow – as the nights start drawing in.
Friday, 16 June 2017
Welsh fans in Belgrade.
On a day of sad events in the news, this brightened my day.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/article/40247254/serbians-thank-wales-fans-for-donating-blood-for-shot-supporter
http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/article/40247254/serbians-thank-wales-fans-for-donating-blood-for-shot-supporter
Tuesday, 13 June 2017
The title that escaped.
The title of a painting is significant. It reminds me of what was in my mind, or on my mind, when I worked on a canvas. What prompted me to choose that size canvas, why those particular colours and what was I trying to recall that seemed worth preserving?
Sometimes the title is the starting point. It may have been in my mind for a while and I can't settle until I've dealt with it. Then there is the finished painting, still without a title, which mocks me and demands I search for a few words which will make sense of the image I've produced.
Last night as I slept I thought of the perfect title for my current piece of work. By morning it had gone. The harder I try to remember the more it escapes me.
Sometimes the title is the starting point. It may have been in my mind for a while and I can't settle until I've dealt with it. Then there is the finished painting, still without a title, which mocks me and demands I search for a few words which will make sense of the image I've produced.
Last night as I slept I thought of the perfect title for my current piece of work. By morning it had gone. The harder I try to remember the more it escapes me.
Thursday, 8 June 2017
A long night.
I'm busy working at home and thinking about the night ahead. The General Election results will filter through in the early hours of the morning and I can't see me going to bed until there seems to be a clear result emerging. The thought of the country led by Theresa May is not a happy prospect but all the predictions seem to point that way. What a gloomy future if that's the case. I will watch the TV tonight and hope for a miracle!
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