A smile to begin with.
This is one of our neighbours, little does he know that he is to be my first attempt at portrait painting. Wattie is in his 8os. Still farms, best potatoes in Lonmay.
And he has more garden gnomes and others of such ilk in front of his farmhouse than anyone.
This one - well, I really must get to grips with my backgrounds.
Art class today was so much fun. Different takes on the Hopper painting of a lighthouse.
Mine, not pictured, as I am a week behind everyone else, is a pen and ink with water colour wash, so different yet again. Caught up this afternoon, so may inflict it on you tomorrow.
And now for some really good news. When the doctor was called out to save me from what I thought was imminent death, which of course it wasnt. Along with the 'life saving' antibiotics, steroids, massive pain relievers he prescribed me an add on inhaler for my chronic lung disease. For the first time in 18 months I CAN BREATHE.
I have already managed to walk round the WHOLE of Tescos, and leave my car in a car park and walk to the cafe, instead of risking parking fines and being tasered, AND I have removed all the bags of rubbish from the Shed to the other side of the house aka the bin.
Tomorrow I am slashing back overgrown bushes, vaccing, mopping, cleaning windows, changing beds, ironing (no not ironing), and maybe just boring you all even further with another blog.