Being gripped

In my case by a want to create more art, and writing - a good thing! I think it's been a fallow period while I was concentrating on trying to get our B and B operational. It's almost there, and since we are having biblical amounts of rain currently, I can't venture out to try and redo (bodge) the window frames and shutters that our future guests will be sitting next to - when we've done the terrace area . . . another job. So, apart from dog duty, in tray garbage sorting, house work and all the usual life stuff I have found more time to write and paint.

With an exhibition booked in August - a good continual prod forward, and a desire to complete my third-in-the-series of Londonia so I can get it out to any potential agents/film people I'm busy, and yes, gripped!

Here's an outline sketch of my latest painting  - canvass courtesy of our local recycling emporium for two euros - a rather more apocalyptic work, but with positivity included . . .

The Tea Time Sessions present

 

St Louis Blues, recorded live at the TTS studio/front room

Life of inanimate objects

From the left

'Whoaaaa.'

'You all right?'

'Just ignore him - far too many bottles last night.'

'I know, disgraceful! I mean just look at these two next to me!'

'Hahahahahah - that bit when your wheel fell off . . . hahahah.'

'And then you crushed that bike . . . hahahahahah.'

While I was slumbering

 . . . A good night's sleep - how divine. Something I seem to be getting better at lately, and long may it last, whereas my other 'arf tends to get up at around 4am! and wanders like a gangly ghost around the kitchen in his pyjamas. However, the wandering is, luckily, highly productive. Yesterday, woken by the scent of baking bread, I slipped from the bed and went downstairs to find Sir had made bread and rolls, yogurt, Kiefer and had prepared lentils to soak, while intermittently playing the cello.

I think Mark must have been a baker in some other life, possibly in the Middle Ages as from what I've read, getting up in the middle of the night to do household chores was quite common before returning to attempt to sleep again amongst the various other family members and uninvited insect populations. This he still has to re-master - the re-sleeping bit, at least we don't have the insect population, or not that I'm aware of . . .

One of two reasons to use the internet

Technology and Wealth: The Straw, the Siphon, and the Sieve | Frankly 119

The other reason is my other favourite channel: The Functional Melancholic, of whose videos I have posted before.

Nate Hagens is an extraordinary human being; having studied and been immersed in the world of economy, finance, Wall Street etc, he departed from the latter, feeling he could no longer agree with the economic model that we have been using for decades. 

Caring deeply about the environment, biosphere, and above all truth - something severely lacking in our current time - he has created an incredible channel/platform - the Great Simplification in which he interviews experts in their fields of knowledge, and also shares his thoughts and expertise in his own monologues - Frankly (see above video) which are fascinating, educational, not in the least 'mansplaining'

humble, and generous. 

There are many videos and we are making our way through them, learning so much each time. 

It would be useful to have people like this in so called, control, of our planet. 

A tique might look at a lion

Not sure if I'd describe Mark Carney as a lion, possibly more a wise older sheep dog: intelligent, knowledgable, excellent at his job, and able to round others up into a fold of rational thinking, not that Canadians are sheep - far from it if he is telling the truth (which he is; no need to invent and lie, here, unlike the over-bloated blood-sucking acarien who is still clinging to the collective human population of this space-sphere.

Unlike the last mentioned, Carney wrote this speech rather than his staff doing it for him, and although I read somewhere that people don't rate him as a speaker, I'd say he nailed it: honest, articulate and accessible, caring but not sentimental, open; no histrionics or chest thumping. It gives some hope in this unraveling world.

Is he dead yet?

Just saying . . .

Incredible how much pain, conflict, pollution, death to the biosphere, racism, and mistrust of other human beings one person can inflict. Obviously, you can take your pick of who I mights be speaking of . . . 

Here's a lovely picture of a magnificent pebble/small shale rock, on its own, not doing any harm, not destroying anything; watching the tide's progress, possibly thinking about how incredibly beautiful the world is.