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'A vase of daffodils, Pakefield Beach and a dunnock' - Acrylic paint on canvas - March 2025. The story so far!
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A 'sun-filled' salty walk along the beach and a vase of daffodils given to us by dear friends, gave me an idea for a painting. I love painting once I've started but as I've aged ,'starting' has become a high hurdle for me to clear. I guess a sudden injection of 'spring-sunshine' made all the difference and so I headed out to the 'Cabine' to find canvas, paint and brushes. The 'Cabine' may be very small but by-heck its full of arty-farty crap. I just cannot throw 'stuff' away!First, I completed a draft of my ideas using photos and software based imagery. You can see my original concept print-out affixed to my easel 'top-left'.
Second, I primed the canvas with a mixture of 'scumbled' red,brown and orange paint. This multi-hued base coat was selected as it would contrast with the blue sky and daf-yellow over painting.
Today, on my third visit to the easel, I drew the basic outline of the painting in blue paint on the scumbled base layer. I also blocked in the areas of blue sky and added some green for leaves etc. This afternoon I visited 'The Range' to buy some Yellow and White paint as stocks were running perilously low!
Much like on 'Landscape Artist of the Year' you will note the differences between the initial concept or idea and the finalised layout for the painting. This can either be attributed to 'the artist' editing out the unimportant or 'the artist' being shit. I will let you make your own minds up as to which best applies!
My loyal readers are invited to share 'the artistic journey' as I add bits to the painting over the next few days and blogger posts.
A bit more doggerel based upon 'wandering thoughts' that came into my ageing mind whilst applying paint to canvas!
Difficult Sums and Numbers
What computations best explain the
intricacies of life and love?
What is calculated as being below the line
and what is above?
Does longevity, dictate the number of terms,
life's sums will contain?
Is this ready reckoning, a ‘once and for
all’, or an ‘over and over again’?
Do shared memories fit an ancient universal
frame?
Or are they iterated, on demand, as in a non-stop video
game?
Is history, history locked down forever, written
and fixed in stone?
How much are those existent, ever absolutely,
together or alone?
Am I forever a whole, am I transcendental, complex
or a fraction?
With additional years, is there always, a significant,
sad subtraction?
Is the set of all these questions both,
bounded and complete?
Are ‘zero’ and ‘infinity’ inseparable or enumerate
and thus discrete?
Long ago, in the ‘olden days’
And in a galaxy far, far away,
There was once a boy, in a moment in time,
When, ‘baby boomers’, enjoyed their prime!
George Roberts March 2025