I’ve been reading a lot of blogs with emphasis on a word for the new year. I thought I’d share my thoughts with you.
Yes, I’m afraid it’s true. One word is not enough. I’m currently working with far more than one, but today I will only share one with you.
A New Year brings change, and who knows what the rest of the year has in store. I’m using these words in my art and the second one is Renew. It might be a while before you discover any more – there are quite a few.
This doesn’t really count as a work of art – it’s just a quick expression.
Time for change – I can feel it happening already.
I have had a very stressful and worrying few weeks, no need to burden anyone, but today I am feeling more stressed than ever. It will pass, and I’m not really worried. However, it isn’t a state in which I often find myself. Nothing to do with the situation, but all this probably shows in the following rather tasteless Limerick which was written as a response to Harry’s challenge.
When taking a walk or a hike
With someone you don’t really like,
The pond is the place
If you run out of grace
You can feed them head first to the Pike!
I’ll find my grace soon, but at the moment it is being sadly tried. Maybe it’s partly because my current ‘theme’ of artwork is ‘Alzheimers’. Here’s just a quick glimpse.
It won’t mean much to you in this form, but maybe I’ll show you more in the near future. I’m ‘Artist in Residence’ at Missenden Abbey on Tuesday, I’ll have some of it with me and will hopefully be doing more while I’m there. If you are in the neighbourhood why not come and see what’s going on? Just ask at reception and they’ll tell you where to find me.
I’m sure I’ve told you this story. No? Well, here we go
It was my brother’s 21st birthday. We had all gathered at a big fancy restaurant for dinner. How fancy? Well, I was wearing a long dress and long gloves! It must have been pretty fancy, but my dress would not have disguised the fact that I was pregnant. Apart from ourselves and my brother, my parents, and two uncle and aunts were there, along with a couple of cousins. We had great fun, lots of chatter, lots of wine including champagne (I’m trying to set the scene here!). (This was in the days when a glass or so of red wine was considered good for the baby, I hasten to add)
The dishes were served silently, coming and going with an effortless ease. We didn’t really notice the waiters, it was a really special evening. I have no memory of the first or main course. They must have been good, or I would have remembered them as bad. Finally the dessert menu was presented, and I chose fresh figs. Well……
It now transpired that the Maitre d’ was Greek. He suddenly went into ecstasy mode.! The whole restaurant became silent and everyone looked in our direction. ‘Madame! Madame! Madame, she want figs! Madame, she want fresh figs! She want FIGS! She is pregnant and she want FIGS! In my country, we know when a lady want figs when she is pregnant, she is expecting a boy. More champagne! She is expecting a boy.’ He went on in this vein for some time, the whole restaurant cheered, and we did indeed get a free bottle of champagne. I duly ate my figs and went home.
Three months later I gave birth to our daughter. I remembered this the other day when I read this post. Have you had your fig today? ;)