Angry insects and long grass

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

I have not written in nearly a week, maybe more and decided to write about Dog knows what.

We have nice warm late summer weather here today, some may well argue it is nice warm early Autumn weather everybody is entitled to their opinion. Some people may even think Garlic Wine is nice, I was discussing this idea with J today about brewing some of it and passing it off on unsuspecting friends and relatives. She is more interested in the Ginger Beer I have brewing in the kitchen, this is the first experimental batch just the one bottle to start. Further brewing shall determine what goes best in the mix and I don’t think Garlic is going to be involved (yet) Marrow Rum is also looking good as does candle making though we wont be consuming them.

Ninja the Tom cat is doing what he does best, sprawled in the late afternoon sun and being lazy. I really must clear the terrace and put stuff away in the shed or Greenhouse, some people may call it harmonising the energies, I prefer tidying up. There is also a door that needs mending gluing, clamping, screwing and painting but not necessarily in that order. I must buy some hinges as well. garden waste needs to be gathered up and disposed of, though not via way of the bonfire even though the wheelbarrow seems to be pretty good at this double use, much better than that cheap incinerator, that buckled and melted on it’s first outing, A bit like the lawn mower that conked out and just made angry large insect like noises instead of any affirmative grass cutting activity. Now I want to buy a petrol mower and be done with cables,wires and things, the same goes for the hedge cutter, go get a petrol powered thing instead. I have a rotten relationship with electricity and the old mower ‘bit’ me the last time I tried to use it, hence getting the use twice and it packs up angry insect noise machine.

I shall be on the lookout for some home brewing equipment over the next few days and weeks and re-start what I used to do years ago, this time just not using tap water and getting the bottled spring water instead. yes there is a lot of difference in mineral content etc. Tap water just kills any home brew, not in terms of fermentation but in taste, I wanna go collect all them apples out the trees and off the ground and turn them into cyder, now that will be fun.

Old Samuel’s Whiskers

art and culture, Autobiographical, politics and religion

I learnt a terrible lesson last night, never buy bottom shelf whiskey no matter how much you need a drink. Even though it did the job it has left a ghastly hollow place in my stomach this morning. Product of the USA, blended and Bottled in The Netherlands. If I had seen the last bit I would not have touched it. The best thing for this stuff is to rub it on aching joints or wiping clean woodwork. Drink tea instead. Dutch whiskey, yuck! never again. Best cure for the morning after? loud music, food and coffee. Writing about it is optional and lets the world know you are as flawed as the rest.

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Samuel Whiskers as portrayed by Beatrix Potter

I grew up on a diet of Beatrix Potter stories and always found the imagery of Tom Kitten with his head and tail sticking out of a pudding one of the most fascinating things going. My young mind probably never considered the fact, the rats were more than likely going to do some cooking in the very near future. I guess this tale could be turned on its head from being a tale about The perils of childhood misbehaviour and re-issued as a warning against eating strange and unwholesome foods, though wasn’t that more to do with Bats? Eating rats is pretty gross too, being a vegetarian, I would never eat one and I tend to wash vegetables before proceeding to cook or eat them. You never know what might have crawled over them or even worse pissed.

Other news, I could write a ton of invective about a certain online travel company, but I am not. Just be careful about whom you book your holidays with. Have you noticed something about politicians? When their lips move, they start lying I think it must be a reflex action they cannot help. Have you also noticed that the news is guaranteed to be about death, doom and disaster, every bloody time. War, famine, Death, Covid…

Is it any wonder watching that shit gives people a head ache and makes them sick. If you want to know what is going on in the world, look outside your day and listen to the birds singing, watch the Squirrel as he collects his winter store, Speak to your cat (Or Dog) they will tell you the truth (That of unremitting love) no matter what goes down. If you happen to buy newspapers, use them for keeping the floor clean when decorating, or help in starting bonfires for Autumn leaves and other garden debris. If that is not your thing, you could pretend to be an artist, cut bits of them out and make a collage of some sort. Otherwise save your money and pinch your neighbours one after they have thrown it in the recycling bin.

Priests, Perverts and Paint

Autobiographical, politics and religion

I was going to write about a bunch of technically homeless old men who are looking for a new place to live. I thought against that and thought about painting and why I do that and promptly thought of something else instead, it would appear I do a lot of thinking. Sometimes too much. So instead I shall write a little about myself just a little mind cause otherwise it will get tiresome and we can’t be having that.

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DOWNSIDE ABBEY AND SCHOOL

At Sixteen I got sent to a school located near the City of Bath in Somerset, attached to the school was/is a monastery inhabited by a bunch of monks who taught in the school. Some of these Monks were also Priests the monastery and school were intrinsically linked to each other, and some of the monks could not keep their hands to themselves… The rest as they say is history and more recently karma.

It would now be the right time to say why I paint, well right now it’s because the rough bare door frames look horrible and need improvement, the other reason is I do not have much else to be doing and I want it done and out of the way. Sometimes I would like to write about why I really paint . The door frame, in the meantime shall be taking precedence.

Watching Magpies

art and culture, Autobiographical

I got home from London at about 12:25 today bang on time and just as the SatNav predicted. It would have been a little earlier if I had not stopped off for some Banana’s at the store. Yesterday’s party was laid back and thoroughly enjoyable, the food was delicious, I ate plentifully and had a drink or three as well.

As I came around the corner from home, there was a Tiding of four Magpies on the verge, actually one had just flown off so I guess that ought to be three Magpies, but still a Tiding of. There are some people in the world who count their blessings by these bird’s and there is an old poem that gives those seeking their future in the following lines:

One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret, never to be told Eight for a wish Nine for a kiss Ten for a bird you must not miss.

Whether there is any truth in this rhyme is of course a matter of conjecture and the origins of it are probably lost in the mists of time somewhere. I am not counting those birds anymore, they have all flown but I do have one that parades up and down on the verge outside my window here, where I am writing. He/She is magnificent in the their Black and White Plumage and seems to own this small patch of England, just like the Human Being sat watching it.

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One imagines this one has taken over from the previous incumbent who met a sorry end at the hands of one of the local cats, maybe my Mr. Fox who also has resplendent Black and White plumage. This last one lasted a couple of weeks, after breaking it’s wing resisting any attempt to capture it and take it to a vet. Who to be honest would have completed what the cat failed in doing.

After a loud evening of listening to a lot of Latin Beat music last night, I am resting my ears with a spot of Opera this evening and some of it has been shall I say moving, emotional and delightful to listen to so much so as to want to share it here. I hope whoever listens to it enjoys as much as I have.

A time for music and dancing

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So today I shall be heading down to London for the night, as some friends are having a slightly belated and joint Birthday party. Half of me wants to stay home and chill, whilst the other 3/4 says go, relax and enjoy. It is at times like this I think several things and in truth I don’t know what I want to do, so it is probably better that I go in any case. I will be driving naturally and not because of some Corona virus, it is simply much more practical and a hundred times less complicated than using public transport, which I sometimes think you need a degree to fully comprehend.

Their is one major overriding factor in all of this, my mate needs his business cards. which are sitting in the attic here. Which does mean I am somewhat obliged, the tasty vegetarian meal his Mrs. will probably be cooking is just another factor that tempts me out. All in all it means I have a few hours to burn before doing anything in the way of driving, meaning I can write and study a bit and do those other little things that need doing. Right now however it seems to be more a case of getting motivated into doing stuff, instead of staring aimlessly at the monitor hoping for some kind of revelation, which is not going to happen any time soon.

Let me move forward and be productive for the short time I am here, I think I may go and do a little painting.

PROGRESS AND MOTION

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So these last days have been spent watching the rain fall outside my study window, and if not in there, then downstairs whilst painting. The website has also been getting a makeover and even if I find it a puzzle at times to work out the new system of doing things in page design … I have to embrace it all cause it is teaching flexibility and despite all the swearing it is actually a far better layout than it was and the whole thing looks better than it did previously.

Painting has been going on strong, I have spent more time recycling old boards and canvas to make into new work, this saves the hassle of having to go shopping, gets rid of old household paint makes space and saves money too. All of which are good things, and encourage me to practice more and not worry too much about supplies running low. Apart from work already in progress, I am switching back to Acrylic for the duration, it is easier to work with in any number of ways and does not stink like the other stuff. Still on art I am forcing myself to paint new material, stepping away from nude women whilst probably being the staple of many artists is getting rather boring. I may have to start painting men instead. Or should I use my imagination?

All of this seems far more interesting and easier than SEO, which looks like it could take a little while to get right and then keeping it right seems to be a full time job. Together with University coursework it looks like I may be busier than expected and that is exactly how I want things to be. Fully occupied. Finding a new employer could also be a useful aside but I am not running anywhere too quickly at the moment I do not care for this Corona business and would rather enjoy the late summer weather whilst I still can. Jackie is away at the moment, she is still in the US of course but is largely incommunicado I do miss her of course but does mean I can get on and do more work than I would normally get done. She ought to be back in town next week.

My apologies for the lack of punctuation in this blog.

GOING TO SEE KITTENS

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So the last few days have been spent doing the back room, stripping out that Dog awful stippled paint, taking it all back to bare walls filling holes and painting. The space if you can call it that, actually looks quite nice now though I am too minds whether to bother glossing the woodwork to be honest I am sick to death of it and cannot wait to do something new.

I have also been painting, I don’t mean walls more art, canvas that sort of thing, the torture device has been softened with a cushion. Things are moving along and perhaps the next project will be to find meaningful employment of some sort, the broken tiles on the front door step, can be done in due course, I really want to get the pond all set up and stocked before long however everything happens at the right time and life is not a race, at least not at this stage.

J is very well and has been undermining my farting and belching by saying I am rude, she has a point of course though I am sure she does the same, maybe with not so much gusto and certainly a lot quieter and with less fanfare than mine. In short J is polite I am coarse, or at least choose to be. Perhaps it is time for a change.

Later this morning, I am going to my sisters to do some stuff and say hello to her (kittens.)  Honestly they are the most adorable little balls of fur you could ever wish to hold, just like all kittens, I just get sniffed at by my own brood when back at home.

Enough for now, I need to drink more Coffee.

 

WONDERING FREE ( LIKE A W*MBLE)

Autobiographical

Wondering what to write, how to write it and then going to do the garden instead, such is my life at the moment. Thinking about what to paint, needing a change of artistic direction and then having feelings of hopelessness and being lost.

Discovering this site is up for renewal and the bank says no. It is raining outside and now it is blue, can I ever bloody win? In truth I have actually changed my working day I paint in the day time and do laptop stuff upstairs in the evening. In the in between periods I do bits of garden.

Clearing out old stuff I have no use for and making space cause no one else is going to do it, I may well find some more long lost things along the way. Seriously thinking about doing a regular vlog, J says it would be a better medium for me to communicate my thoughts as things can get lost in between my brain and my fingers , this just causes confusion and is no good for anyone.

Wondering, (I wonder a lot) what I shall be studying for next years bout of university, something I enjoy naturally and again something I can actually write about without drowning in syrup. ( Not literally) This new setup they have on WP is Peeing me off it wants to do strange stuff when I least expect it and already it has devoured one lot of writing and refused to give it back, now it is refusing to start new paragraph’s. If J was here she could probably fix it, in the meantime I shall have to learn myself a new skill and decide I need a drink when it is done. J is better at giving up the booze than me, the stuff once made me violently ill… Nowadays.. ?

I shall have a mug of tea instead.

WHILST LISTENING TO LUDWIG VAN B.

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

I could write some inflammatory rantings here about a host of issues including Messrs. Johnson and Trump. I am not going to, they both have a job to do and whatever that job is and whoever they are working for let them get on with it.

Conspiracy theories and that sort of thing used to take up a not small bit of my day.  However a few years ago I grew up and stopped bothering my head about the NWO and Bohemia Grove and took up spirituality instead. The current lock down is providing plenty of time for study of this kind  and with university done with for the year even more so. Part of this spiritual practice is creating or more more precisely painting, I have been doing loads of painting and am running out of Turpentine. (Though I have plenty of white spirit) which does not smell nearly as nice. I am also halfway to convincing myself I am in desperate need of a major re-supply of paint when in fact I have plenty and this is probably the thing that is causing me to have acid reflux  the  supposed lack of paint.  Once a while ago it was finances, now it is paint and whilst finances are not great, they are the least of my concerns, the chief of which is paint and to be honest only paint.

I could not give a flip about not having a ‘job’, I have chosen the life path of an artist if the authorities want me to go work in a supermarket and stack cans of beans, that is their business. I ought to be applying to galleries and posting more stuff on platforms like this instead of wasting time trolling through job sites getting annoyed cause they all want you to be a team player and neurotypical both of which I am not.

My sister did mention I could go find work at a particular place,saying they employ dunder arses there, I think she was either joking or noticed my displeasure, cause she then said you will be smarter than the rest of them.

I looked and they have no vacancies around here.

Thinking of lack creates lack , think yourself to be skint, poor, broke then that will surely be your lot. Swap these negatives around, tell yourself you have all you need and more is coming and you have plenty, then it will be so.

I have plenty of Turpentine, the air is saturated with it.  I have plenty of paint as well, the cleaning rags are covered in the stuff and so is half my wardrobe. I lack for nothing and my cleaning jar runneth over.

It is 23 days now since I last had a drink and feel a lot o better for it as well, whether I ever drink again remains to be seen right now I am getting along with innumerable mugs of tea and J is doing the same though not perhaps so much. She is well and is out of the place where she went, we will be re-united very soon.

I really must get on and develop this site and make a gallery of recent and perhaps not so recent artwork.

 

 

THE NON DEMON DRINK.

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

J is going to hospital today, she will probably be away for a good four weeks maybe a little longer. In many respects I ought to be going with her but due to various constraining factors that is not currently possible. You see we both have the same condition in that we live with excruciating anxiety disorders that can make life unbearable at times and we both like to drink, Alcohol helps deal with the anxiety but it does not help with the depression we both live with, we medicate ourselves with depressants when we both take anti-depressants, which rather defeats the object of the initial exercise in taking the medication.

Up to around three years ago I had not had a drink for ten years or more, then I had a drink and in that time have managed three days without drinking not bad on 50+ units week average.

It is never the money that motivates me to stop, though this time I may well make the exception to the rule and enjoy having something to put aside each month. I also look forward to saying good bye to the hang overs and the shakes and generally feeling a lot healthier. I shall also be looking to get some kind of counselling or  go to AA meetings. Something I did not do the first time around.

I have found, as may some readers that when I choose to do anything in the affirmative to make positive steps to clear up my act, it gets poo poo-ed and people say it is your Irish blood  or that’s not much. It has nothing to do with your ancestral blood or the intake it is an addiction which is like any other illness you have to admit there is a problem before you seek help and then have the fortitude and willingness to undertake the cure.

I have J she is in safe hands, I also have the cats they don’t know I have an alcohol issue but are a great comfort at any time of day or night.