Sunday, June 11, 2017

Dad,my grandchildren, Art, being a carer and stones!

Being an artist can be quite difficult in oh so many ways. When l have an idea ... that is all l can think about and who needs to eat anyway? BUT if you are married to someone who is not an artist and on top of that is very tidy ... not good. It does not help that l am not a tidy artist! 😏 I am very lucky that my other half is so forgiving and has been for the last 44 years !😎 He comes to most art shows, galleries and museums with me. When l did my Art Degree, at the age of 50, he helped me with all my work and my research ... bless him. But we do have one problem ... he cannot understand how l can be so "absorbed" in my art project over the rest of my life! Most artists will know exactly what l mean. Now he is retired, it is even harder to deal with. I am not moaning about my other half ... just trying to work out how best to deal with the " problem". Oh the joys of life .
This image is one of the reasons l smile most days. He is my first "birth" grandson , who lives in Australia.

Another of my joys is this young man. He is my three year old "adopted" grandson and he is so cute. Long story but he also helps to keep me sane!

Nature plays a huge part in my artistic life. The colour of flowers, trees and so much more. I carry my camera with me every where. When we go on walks, my husband often walks off ahead of me because he is fed up of waiting for me. Ha! We decided that on some walks ... l will not take images!😏 I then go out on my own, with the intention of collecting images for my work and to add to my photograph research files.

Feathers have always been quite an important part of my life. The thought of these feathers showing me, my Guardian Angels are looking after me and keeping me safe and sane. While l was looking after my parents, the death of my father and then the aftermast has been VERY hard. The relationship l have with my mother is NOT good, which has made coping with her difficult for me and inevitably my husband. So seeing a white feather and some days many white feathers, became so important to me. 

The white feathers have caused me many hours of thinking, drawing and thinking more about my next project.  I have lots of ideas, lots of drawings and now l think l know what l want to make. BUT l am still not yet ready to say what that will be.
I have been cleaning out a lot of drawers, cupboards, a loft and so much more, since my dad died. Loads of photo's, letters and some of my old art work. I found this pirate l created on a Scrapper Board, aged about 10 ...  54 years ago!!!  Does it remind you of anyone?

 To have a break from the atmosphere in my mum's house and all the arguments we were having ... l went for walks on Rustington's stoney beach. I came across loads of heart shaped stones .

And also loads of stones with holes all the way through them. Just think how long it took to for the water to work all the way through ... amazing!

I also found" this " on the beach and l have no idea what it is or was! 

I found the beach to be a wonderful place to turn off my mind and just "be". Just what l needed to help me during this time of being and learning how to be a Carer!

Thursday, June 01, 2017

My dad, daily images, drawings and white feathers!

Evening everyone. For the 5 days Dad was in hospital, l walked past this funny site. They are metal penguins dressed in wonderful knitted items ... more things added everyday. It was knitted and created by a company called Storm. Cheered me up for a few minutes each day.

While l sat by Dad, who was speaking or communicating in any way, l did some drawing. These are some of the drawings and stencils l created. very calming.

This was my father when he received the Sword of Honour, going from Airman to Officer in the RAF. I was so proud of him, especially as he was not that young! :)

Another thing that kept me going when my dad was ill and then looking after my mother ... was this beautiful piece of Nature. I discovered the lady that lived in the house next to this tree ... died. Her husband started planting these bulbs, in her memory. What a lovely story.. 


Just think this scooter is so funny. But l have discover the owners of this vehicle are actually being illegal. They should only be used on private land unless licensed or so l am told!

This little white feather has been the start of my next project. I found it on one of my daily walks round Rustington. I took it home and showed my mum and from what she said, started off my new project!!!! Many, many years ago l was told that finding white feathers, meant you have a Guardian Angel watching over you. What had annoyed my mother was this .... l was finding 4 or 5 feathers, at least, a day and she never sees any! She called me a Goody two Shoes and l was just too good to be true! So l started thinking about how l could use these feathers l was collecting, small and large ones, to create a piece of Art. I suppose just wanted to prove something but l am not sure what!

I thought of creating a painting or a collage but nothing seemed right. Collecting feathers every day seemed to be a calming influence on me. One day as l walked out of the front door, having had a huge argument with my mum, a white feather floated down in front of me. I couldn't believe it! :)
Even when the weather is not good, walking on this stoney beach is always interesting. I had always thought the only beach that was interesting one, was a sand one. BUT oh no! I have discovered the joy of stone beaches.

So what have l decided to do with with my white feathers? Find out tomorrow.