54 years ago my sister posted me these roses inside a hollowed out loaf of bread. They arrived next day perfectly fresh. I painted them to please her. And took it from there ........
I was at a business meeting where the other side were politely nasty in order to gain an edge, rattled and out of my depth I painted these the next day, and sold them.
Such a response to these flowers, there are 162 more in the plan chest where they’ve been for years. I’ll post one each Tuesday till the virus eases off, like a floral de-mob chart.
Another outing for one of three paintings I did looking down at the subject. The strawberry plate was designed for Tiffany’s by my husband when he worked at Coalport.
Covid no.5. I blended complementary colours like purple and yellow or green and red to achieve a clear, pearly tone on this white rhododendron. Detail from a larger study.
In contrast to the angry woman who shooed me away from painting her post office the landlady of this pub where we used to have our folk club brought me a mug of tea. In every case I make a colour copy for them.
Tuesday painting.
Scabious, which I love for the colour and the opening centres which resemble nests of tiny green eggs. Tho other flower which I can’t name lends an underwater swirl to the cluster.
Tuesday painting.
I’d prepared something more muted for this week but it’s wet and stormy in the UK so I chose this brighter one from years ago instead.
Tuesday painting.
I’ll be posting old work now and then until my cataracts are fixed. Heartfelt thanks to everyone who’s followed, praised and reposted my paintings. It’s meant more to me than you will ever know,
Tuesday painting.
On a dim, grey day an overhead light was needed for this rather stilted bunch. The most interesting part was the shadow on the wall so I painted that.
Tuesday painting.
This old fashioned quartered rose was grown and loved by another member of the Worcester Porcelain design team. He asked me to incorporate it into the Pershore pattern range so I did.
I’m posting this as it is, still on the board because the light’s good outside. I bought the fruit at a garden centre yesterday and left the cellophane round the punnet as an extra challenge, and it was.
Two years since Covid began and I pledged a weekly painting until a vaccine was found but I carried on. The old work ran out, I did more, cheered and encouraged by the response. Heartfelt thanks to everyone who follows the account and to the new friends I’ve made.
Years ago, after trying to give away my art materials which no one wanted, I cut a cabbage in half, painted and posted the result, and one thing led to another. Thanks everybody.
A not-quite-watercolour-a-day study of charity shop glass. I tried to give my art materials away during a clear out a few years ago, there were no takers thank goodness. I’m using them again thanks to everyone’s encouragement on here.
I’m posting this merely as a curiosity. They are medallion style designs for the china powder bowls that Worcester Porcelain used to make. The point being, I painted them by hand with a pin sharp focus and excellent eyesight which has blurred with age.
There’s trouble all around for so many people here at home and far away, and all I can think of is to post some flowers, so here they are. There will be better times ahead.
If you are making a rhubarb pie today may I suggest making two and giving one to an elderly neighbour? This has just happened to us, and after a rocky patch the very sight and scent of our pie has lit up the day, people are so kind, just adding the custard.
Dismantling a chicken carcass just now without a little dog waiting for a bit to accidentally drop, and a nudge on the ankle to remind me. How I miss him still.
Tuesday painting.
A calla lily I couldn’t walk past. Unwatered and crammed onto a stillage outside a local chain store, it’s now tucked up in next door’s greenhouse.