Neighbours
219 creative works found
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Our dear neighbour, Laurie, who will be 90 in December (and still plays golf)
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My intention when I did this painting was to take an everyday situation – like looking out for the post-man and turning it into a vibrant and alive moment in time! / No matter how small and trivial things may seem – there is always something else going on: one just has to take a look at that poor fish! I lik this painting, my friends say it makes them feel like ”...putting on their dancing shoes!” / (It’s a frustrating fact, but for some reason this painting just won’t upload to the right proportions – it’s living it’s title to the full – and just NOT conforming!) Please visit my blog for more of my artwork or for inquiries on original paintings if I still have them available.
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Ballymun housing estate on Dublins Northside in 1995. A community that was plagued with drugs and drug dealers and of course poverty and apathy. There was more than a few suicides by leaping from the balconies and stairwells of the flats. A governments dream for low cost housing in the 1960´s when they cleared the inner cities. Ireland was not ready for this type of housing as it was not a bungalow on an acre of land front and back and it was therefore systematically neglected. In many ways “The Flats” were ahead of their times and those living there suffered because of it. That said Ballymun had & has a great sense of community and pride sadly lacking in many “better-off” housing estates. Now scheduled for demoliton, three of these towers, all named after leaders of Irelands 1916 armed rising against British rule, still stand. Here there be neighbours.
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Quite friendly people, but sometimes strange things are happening…
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Throw out day in King St Mile end
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What is everyone doing in your block? Hopefully not just watching TV or making microwave dinner.
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Three sneaky daisies poking through from the neighbours to say hello. Featured in Cottage Style group, RedBubble, July 2009 / / / /
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Stairway and wall left remaining after the the demolition of the adjoining property. Great colours are part of the streetscape in Curacao. Canon 300d / 18-55mm
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When neighbourhood was family. A photo taken in a moment in which, turning back, i saw a beloved past.
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Looking down towards one of the neighbours place… low mist just starting to flow off after covering the land for the night!!!
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Acrylics on canvas. This painting is of my cat ‘Snuggles’ who deserted me and moved in with my neighbour. Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat? Maybe my neighbour had better food. I still miss him and visit my neighbour to see my cat.
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Forgotten corners of past and neighbours in the street, talking in the afternoon of minutiae and little stories. / In the shadows of the houses, old eyes and old hands remember an age lost.
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Commission. / Oil on canvas, 60×60cm / Imaginary suburban houses. / Limited edition giclee prints available from: www.minigallery.co.uk
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Card 7 in the series ‘Retro is the new future’.
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Winner of the Gezelligheid represented pictorially (photo, painting, etc.) Challenge of the -Dutch Touch_ group. It’s also featured in this group and / featured in the Alphabet Soup group. The Chodové (Choden) was a group of people in Bohemia, mainly in the surroundings of Domažlice, Tachov and Přimda. They were guards of borders between Bohemia and Bavaria, Czechia. They were direct servants of the king with significant privileges that excludes them from common inhabitants. On a Sunday morning driving through these little villages in Czechia we passed this marketplace. On one side there was a small church, opposite the church there was this huge tree with these three Chodové woman sitting there and having their “gezellige” Sunday morning talk. This picture (Gezellig onderonsje) entered specifically for the “Gezelligheid” challenge in the Dutch Touch Group.
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Mr Sir and I live in the same place. Not the same apartment number but one wall away. He’s not my cat and I’m not his human so I don’t want any flack about people starting to look like their pets! It just happens to be that we are the only two black things in the complex. Naturally he looks up to me [because he’s short] for social guidance since I’m the senior member of our unofficial duo. And I try to keep him straight about stuff like the proper hair/fur dye for pesky gray whiskers and how to talk to women without having a hand down the front of your pants. (He’s got that one down since he doesn’t wear pants but I still watch him to make sure he doesn’t do any backsliding). Mr Sir isn’t his full name and I can’t remember what it is. Something like ‘Mr Sir Rudolph the 14th’ maybe. He answers to just the “M” and “S” sounds so you can call him “Ms” and he’ll answer. And boy will he answer! This hairy furball talks more than a 12-year old girl with permission to use the home phone. And like humans, he has dozens of sounds/words and uses them all for maximum effect. Hunger? Here come the whine that will make a Siamese want to kill him. Bored? Every hear a cat grumble to itself? Disquieting to say the least. “Hello! I wanna visit!” As clear as a human child learning to talk, you look at him in wonder. Well, this week, Mr Sir made the leap from neighbour to houseguest. I come home and the single ‘mew’ is waiting at my door. Why? Did he get mixed up and think I was his owner (a Caucasian female at least 25 years younger than I) or forget what his apartment number is? Hands full, I have a choice: put down everything and pacify him until he gets bored and grumbles walking away, or; open the door and watch him race inside before me. Until he rips up something, fails to talk when he needs to go outside, or fights me for food, I guess I can stand a visitor for about 15 minutes while he explores and talks to me about how messy a housekeeper I am. Ungrateful. Simply ungrateful. Soon the warnings will be in the newspapers, the radio, the Internet, and the television. Mr Sir who’s sorta like that ‘indoor/outdoor’ carpet and covers the floor in both places, will be sequestered to his proper home and left to exercise his vocabulary upon everyone within earshot. It’s not his fault but it’s another variation of “Strange Fruit” so being black has its serious and unique risks. While I won’t be swinging from a lynching tree cuz I’m a ‘black cat’ (musical slang for a jazz musician), Mr Sir could be because Halloween is coming and there are people (who shouldn’t even be called ‘people’) who do terrible things to black cats. Mr Sir won’t be visiting for a while as he adjusts badly to becoming an ‘inside only’ feline. And I won’t have to fight him for the right to come into my own apartment first (or not to bat my keys in the doorknob or attack the mantis I’m shooting, but that’s another story). We will be forced apart for a bit but that’s OK. He may be horrifically annoyed I get to be outside and he doesn’t but he doesn’t know about “strange fruit” and I hope he never learns. Some disasters need to be keep ‘human only’. After all, why should a talking cat have to talk about crap like that??? PS I actually thought I took this shot with my former ‘pocket rocket’: Olympus IR-500. But looking back at the files I see it came from the lens of my Nikon D80 at its closest focal point of 18mm! I obviously didn’t want to use flash for multiple reasons (not the least of which is animals have such reflective eyes that flashes make them hideous). So on full manual, I pulled off this shot in incandescent lighting from the front and the careful addition of some ISO and on-board noise reduction. While Mr Sir is amazing calm when warm and sleepy, I still shot him at high speed and the camera’s sharpest setting (most VIVID) to be sure I didn’t get any blur while capturing every nuance of his face and fur. This shot is as honest and accurate a shot can be of this great feline. There was enlargement for uploading but nothing more regarding editing than a bit of cropping done to make it more intimate. In the full sized shot, the image is slightly larger than 1 to 1 macro as measured by manually comparing Mr Sir’s actual eyes to the larger Red Bubble image of his eyes. Any closer and his breath would have fogged the lens (and turned my stomach). LOL! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ / 50% of any profit made from the sale of this piece will go directly to the buyer’s choice between PAWS, PETA, and the SPCA.
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This is for my daughters who are HUGE Neighbours fans! They tell me that Harold Bishop (aka Ian Smith) is leaving the show this week after 20 years! I have personally had the honour of working with Ian many moons ago (no… I’m not an actor or TV person!) and he is a delight and very witty man who deserves to be honoured with a tribute t-shirt! Enjoy. Brother Adam Youtube Video .
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Acrylics on panel, 30×40 cm, 2009
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Early morning at the lake in spring time….I love that place ….I was surprised by the colors I just put it lighter…a very special sunrise.. /
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Another misty,foggy morning …soft fog drifting across the neighbours homes and paddocks…
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sad to bully a small child… / sad to allow this to happen to my precious child… / sad to let them do this to her and us for almost two years.. / sad the dog attacked her… / sad my hubby lost his job…...... / sad for this city… sad is nothing was done…......... video of some harassment we have been living through / video1 Some video of the harrassment can be seen here video Nikon D70
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Our puppy, Belle, has a friend next door. It’s the sweetest thing to see them communicating, playing, bonding… but I’m grateful for the fence. ( : Camera Model Canon EOS 400D DIGITAL / Shooting Date/Time 2009/08/25 11:52:10 AM / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/640 / Av( Aperture Value ) 3.2 / ISO Speed 400 / Lens EF100mm f/2.8 Macro USM / Focal Length 100.0 mm Featured in The World As We See It, or as we missed it / Featured in Paws ‘n Claws / – October 2009 – thank you very much!
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Spring is sprung, the grass is ris’, / I wonder where the lawn mower is!! If you would like this piece customised with a name, greeting or message below the image, then you can contact me via Bubblemail and a specially tailored item can then be created for you. When your cards or prints arrive let me know, and the image will then be taken down so that it remains uniquely yours. Also available: The Mowerman t-shirt
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