Still on still life…water colour in my kitchen for an exercise on my course. Today is my birthday! But it’s ok, it’s only an in between one, not a scarey landmark or anything like that. So I am off out to lunch to celebrate. Maybe I’ll eat onions and garlic….
Wendy x
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For those who happen to bump into this blog and don’t know me, this is where I have lived for over twenty years. Viewed from the Moorish castle walls at the very top.
I published this today but Wordress put it u p as 5th October, so I am reblogging…
Cairo silhouette: inspiration from my own photographs taken when I lived there.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Kallis slept well when she got back to the hotel, but woke early feeling fretful and worried about what the old lady at the market had said. What had she meant about a foot in two worlds? Maybe she was just referring to the fact that Kallis was half Egyptian, which was perhaps obvious by her appearance to the local people here. Or maybe she could tell that Kallis had had a strange experience and perhaps seen another sort of world? And more worryingly, what was this danger and how should she avoid it?
‘Well’, thought Kallis, I shall just have to see what happens and deal with it then’.
Kallis took a shower and packed her things back into her bag. She put on her new galibaya and went down to the cafe to have…
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I have never re blogged before but as this post is dedicated to ME…thanks, Jo Freehand. Jo posts a record a day, such an original idea, I always look forward to them – no rules, she does it how she wants and I sit in my TINY house waiting to see what comes next 🙂
Not for nothing am I called Wendy from ‘Peter Pan’. For ‘Artists4peace’ I flew high into the sky, and then beyond, higher than ever before. My paper and paints floating weightless with me (was slightly problematic trying to paint, but oh what a view). Well, it was a break from painting my little Spanish pueblo…
This is of course a fantasy (and no, I am not on drugs 🙂 ) but I hope my sentiment is NOT just a fantasy. Peace and love to you all!
I love the archway windows at the back of Bar Cuenca and the falling-apart ‘brezia’ roof. Inside it’s a lovely place to have a drink or meal. This is the view from the municipal pool, which is where I am spending a lot of time cooling down!
Maybe I should try a ‘Hockney’ style swimming pool next…… 🙂
This house is in the middle of an inhabited row of houses just down from us in Calle Larga. There has been barriers in front and piles of sand etc., but nothing really happening. I decided NOT to include the ‘Cruzcampo’ barrier at the bottom, I think this is known as artist license…. The houses here can look rather beautiful when the plaster is coming off and nature has started to fight back, so that’s what I thought I’d try and capture this time. Different, no? 🙂
Shabby Chic is a lovely little shop at the north end of the town selling restored furniture, objet d’art, presents, curios, artwork…and now *drumroll* MY artwork! Excited? Yes, I am rather… 🙂
A friend is having a big birthday party and said no presents, so I thought I’d draw her house and make it into card for her. Her house is lovely, and beautiful inside; much bigger than it looks. She does a very nice B&B, and once-upon-a-time had a very nice little shop at the bottom, full of art and presents and it was a lovely meeting place for a gossip with friends. El chirimoyo is a custard-apple tree.
Today is the 18th June. I am at home with my female cat, Purdita. She is dying because she has FIV and cannot fight off illness any longer. Her brother, Sabi, I am happy to say is in fine form. I picked an hibiscus flower from the yard to paint, to occupy myself for a while and still be with her. I thought she was going but then, like Lady Lazarus, she suddenly got up and scraped at the door to be let out into the yard and we spent the afternoon outside. She was smelling all the smells and watching the flies and birds, she seemed happy. I am preparing this post today and tomorrow. When I post it you will know she has gone but will never be forgotten and always loved. I hope not to have to post it for a long time…..
My brilliant husband wrote this after my Lady Lazarus comparison.
I have done it again
One day in every ten
I manage it …..
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Thin as an old holdall
My right foot
Hates my paper weight
But still I stumble on
Down the stairs
I still have
My nose, my eye pits, my full set of teeth
My sour breath
At least serves to keep
My brother at bay
Here at home with me
And I, a spry cat,
Am only ten years old
But like a human have less than nine lives to live.
I may be skin and bone
Nevertheless I am the same identical cat
“Gatita” of the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same faces
The same amazed shout:
A miracle!
It knocks them out!
I should charge
For the eyeing of my ribs
The hearing of my heart …..
It really goes.
Herr Brindle, Herr White Cat
Beware
Beware
Out of the pampas
I shall rise from my green lair
And eat flies like air.
Spanish scribbles 