Faith Puleston


Rothko's legacy

Posted about 1 year ago

Life’s like that! I was out of town for exactly 3 days and it’s as if had never existed in the online art world! It’s a curious world, where the level of attention received is about parallel to the amount of input one manages. Zero input, zero attention! That’s OK, of course. But weird. And here at RB I’ve been even less present than elsewhere because my time has not been devoted to painting an…

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Resolutions

Posted about 1 year ago

Thanks for calling in.

Someone might notice that I have quitted several groups during the past few days.
It isn’t that the novelty has worn off. I think the groups are a great idea, but I found that I was gradually falling into the AW trap of just catering for RB and the groups and of course, that isn’t the object of the exercise, at least, not for me.
I have left all the groups that I can…

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Raise your glasses!

Posted about 1 year ago

This morning my inbox greeted me with news from RB that I hade made a sale.

Apart from wanting to thank the buyer for making my day, I would like to reflect on the importance of having one’s work recognized! How is it possible that we depend so much on the recognition by others of what we do? All those hours of struggle, all those doubts are swept away by one small gesture? It’s time to rea…

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How (not) to do a painting demonstration

Posted about 1 year ago

This morning I went to my nearby art materials emporium – a paradise on earth, full of temptations not to be resisted – especially to attend what I thought might be a helpful demonstration on pastel painting on large canvases.
The studio used for these events is quite large and purpose-built. It seats about 50 people and there is a large “performance” area, good light and a coffee machine just…

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Never on a Sunday...

Posted about 1 year ago

...Well, not every Sunday.

I have never kept a diary. I wish I had.

When I was about 13, I started having singing lessons with a new teacher. I remember quite clearly sitting on the train after the first lesson. The journey took 50 minutes one way and I vowed that I would start writing about those lessons, which were an inspiration to me as a young girl with very strong ambitions to go on…

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Hyperactivity

Posted about 1 year ago

I got up too early this morning. My persion cat had pushed me off my pillow and I was inhaling cat hair. That made me cough. The rest is history. Now after 3 attempts to get my PC to function with a sufferable degree of speed, here I am, writing a few lines for RB.
But will they be read? My last journal entry received views from 7 people and comments from none, though I chose quite a common th…

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Hunters and collectors unite...

Posted about 1 year ago

The last 10 days or so have been full of creative energy – but not for painting or writing, unfortunately. I have instead been writing new arrangements for my barbershop chorus and – because it was unavoidable – trying to sort out the mess in my studio.
I expect you’‘ve asked yourself the same question: How did all this stuff get here?

Possessions are like a creeping menace, or the jungle…

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Mother's day

Posted about 1 year ago

It’s just turned Sunday and Mother’s Day here in Germany and since I spent hours fast asleep on the sofa (that’s what TV does to me) last night, I’m going to write a few lines here and now!

I can’t even start to write about my own mother here. After she died I tried to collect my thoughts in a story called “Little Brown Jug”, which I will post here in my writing portfolio.

My own mother n…

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Procrastination .....

Posted about 1 year ago

.... is the thief of time. That’s what our teachers made us write out 100 or more times if we did something we shouldn’t in class. I remember being extra obstreporous in order to share in this dubious honour. The worst punishment was proved to be not the writing of those lines (I had even practised that at home for speed), but the quiet reprimand the teacher gave me for letting my parents down….

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Never on a Sunday?

Posted about 1 year ago

I can’t believe that yet another week has passed! Remember that song title? The tune just went through my head.

Today the entry will be relatively short and maybe even focussed. My mind is on other things. This evening I have a big concert with my barbershop chorus. Apart from my own concentration – I work entirely from memory – I have to make sure that the chorus concentration remains focu…

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