I spent the whole morning surfing tinternet.
Apparently along with my paintings I am also to provide small cards which bear miniaturised fascimiles of my paintings, enclosed, with envelope, in a cellophane wrapper.
So I was sourcing card, envelopes and the wrappers.
Years ago I had a paypal account. One of the websites insisted on payment through them.
I entered in all my details, my card is a new one, we have moved so I thought I would set up a new account. Oh no, they knew who I was. Spent another hour finding where I had written down the password. Put that in. As they insisted on putting my old address on every damn thing I was inputting, despite my hitting the change button and retyping the new address countless times, I gave up and shall avoid paypal for evermore. I also got the goods cheaper on another web site and payment was swift and easy.
Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter) is the name of our wee tabby cat. Min for short. (The Goons.)
Here she is having a love in with the Dawn Patroller.
In the afternoon, as usual I headed off down to the shed/summerhouse/artist studio/drinking den/opera theatre and started a couple of canvasses. Well - if all my paintings get sold I have to replace them (as if.)
One is to be a Herring Gull flying over the sea and t'other a lighthouse. Fraserburgh Lighthouse, the one that works at the harbour, well Lighthouse Museum, pretty apt dont you think.
After battling with the Herring Gull, why do I choose to paint white birds?
I sat and watched, out of the square window (Playschool) the field being ploughed and all the birds, including three buzzards, fight over the worms being ploughed up.
They just looked as if they were surfing too.
With a much better result.