The view from the shed/summerhoose/drinking den/opera theatre. Definitely going to paint this one.
Blue is not my favourite colour for within the house. But outside I just love it. I am now the proud owner of two potfuls of Agapanthus. And praying they survive for years to come.
I just love the plant, love the colour and love the contrast of colour. Yellow roses, brighter yellow Creeping Jenny and the spikes of lavender, and that dash of red as the Oriental Poppies finally 'go over'.
The advice from Doug on Monday was to put lines in to indicate the water reflection, I think it has worked. But will re paint this picture.
Another of my tribute paintings to Robert Burns. I have still got looads more to do, the more I read of his poetry the more I am inspired. He was nae bad.
Some sketches of the pigeons and the loft.
I am trying to plan out a big picture incorporating the lovely retired human pigeon racer, the loft and his pigeons.
So - plenty to do.
Meanwhile, I have other things to do.
I have been having one hell of a struggle with the local paper. I send in a report on the doings of all that we volunteers/artists/friends of the lighthouse museum/et al and every time what is printed in the newspaper bears no resemblance to what I have reported. No dates are given, information is totally changed, we have exhibitions 'returning' when they havent even taken place yet, the bare facts I want to go in are totally ignored. No wonder I have high blood pressure.
But then, there is always a little bit of light relief.
Down at the Seamens Mission.
I had said, "If one more time Murray comes in and gets us all to sing, If you are happy clap your hands, he wont see retirement."
Guess what - here we all are doing it again. Today is his last day. May he have many more, somewhere else.