Category Archives: About artists.

Talk to the hand

I finished the hand clutching the brick at the end of the week. The brick is an actual brick, the hand is Milliput. I thought the bricklayer was going to build the arch on Friday but he doesn’t want to … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment

art and that

I have finished carving the block of limestone.  I really enjoyed it. Here he is, sitting on a tin. What do you think? He is one of the flint knappers that lived here 2,000 years ago.  I keep turning up … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment

brick and stone

Some years ago a shopping channel was selling blocks of stone and the tools to sculpt them.  I bought a small flat block, much the size of a standard brick, and a cube of limestone and the instructions to turn … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment

Scattered energy.

One of my greatest challenges, other than horrible diseases and difficult other people, is focus. There are always a large number of things I want to do, as a result of which I have stockpiled dolls house kits, card making … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment

Site for sore eyes.

I am living on a building site. This is not a metaphor for something, I am actually living on an actual building site, in the rain. This morning, early, I got up to investigate the dripping noise that was keeping … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Time

Strange things happen to the time after a bereavement.  Some hours drag by, most plod. Whilst each hour takes you further from the source of sadness, though it would seem to soothe, every second is one more in which the … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment

A week

A week. Just seven days,so much can happen.  So much emotion crammed into seven days and seven nights. My cousin died.  He was only 71. I first saw him 65 years ago when we moved back to the North East … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment

junk

In this column I have frequently written about junk.  The detritus of living.  The stuff we bought with actual money which is now cluttering up the corners of wherever we live, covered with a layer of dust and some cobwebs … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment

The pace of the pace.

I have often thought, in my life, how very nice it would be if things happened in a discrete fashion, so that you could enjoy them or endure them one at a time.  Maybe people with more organised lives do … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment

Whooshoo, der.

The rash turned out to be a viral thing going round the local hospital. I have just got over it and now I am sneezing.  On Thursday I have an MRI scan, following an outpatients visit, which comes under the … Continue reading

Posted in About artists. | Tagged | Leave a comment