It's never too late....
…to start again, after quite a long break from regular painting activity,
On reflection, I think I wasted a lot of time struggling to carry on doing what had been quite successful for a number of years: abstract or semi-abstract work often featuring fantasy or recognizable creatures. I woke up one day and could no longer paint in that style. I really don’t know what had hit me –…
How time flies
I can’t believe that it’s nearly 2 years since I visited Red Bubble on a regular basis. I am going to try harder from now on!
I’ve been writing, painting and making music, of course. But less painting, and more writing. I’ve just published an account of the first 18 years of my life on luludotcom. It’s been transfering from PC to PC for donkey’s years, getting …
Rothko's legacy
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…
Resolutions
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 …
Raise your glasses!
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…
How (not) to do a painting demonstration
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…
Never on a Sunday...
…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 the…
Hyperactivity
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 theme.…
Hunters and collectors unite...
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…
Mother's day
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 …