Above photos take May June 2018
Sunday 25th February 2018
Jim captured a few birds this Easter weekend.
Two events since returning from the Pyrenean break with Jim and my children. The Art exhibition is going well for me, the start of my art courses, and we now have the art room at home truly up and running with some great adjustable height tables as additions so pouring paint and resin just got a whole lot more comfortable.
And now…. drum roll….. introducing Rudi !!!!!
You’d be surprised perhaps if you hadn’t been a fly on the wall of our relationship (Yin and Yang, Jim and Jan) to learn that the term of endearment, “Darling little sausage” can create such mayhem whilst cooking a meal on a Saturday night.
It started so lovingly….. Jim ” Darling little sausage” to Jan….
Jan ” oh sweety say it again…
Jim “Little darling sausage”
Oh said Jan… you changed it …..
“Yes,” said Jim “and I can say this nine different ways”…
“No, you cannot,” says Jan
“Jan three squared is nine”….
Yes, says Jan… “but two squared is four but you can only say darling sausage two ways. Darling sausage and sausage darling”.
Its exponent said Jan… like breeding rabbits.. its six times.
So how many times can you say darling little sausage bear…. says Jim.
Jan guestimated more than 56…. and started writing out her lines while Jim cooked.
After half a sheet of paper Jim intervened.. there must be a formula for this he said,
“I am sure there is but as we don’t know what its called,” says Jan
“We´ll have to do this ourselves then,” says Jim stirring up more than the cooking.
He tried, we gave up and went downstairs to the man cave to watch Jason Statham grow a bigger bald spot….
Does anyone know of the formula for this? Please… We are still berating Mr Braun our maths teacher for not equipping us with solutions to life’s problems.
Not sure this is even the solution.
In fact its not… is it?
One word…. one sentence… two words 1+1 =two sentences ….. Three words… (1+1+1) times the =Six sentences, but when you get to four words… 1+2+3+4 no longer works… there are many more than ten sentences possible…. then we might have a pattern…. please help someone…. its a thing of possibilities there got to be a formula.
Unfortunately its an expression Jim uses when someone, has been talking about a thing that is on their mind, they are in quandary about or talk about a little too much,
Here is the recent things I have been working on before clear up my desk and start photoshopping to repeat patterns.. And a couple of sea type stuff I did for Jim .. to join the other stuff in his office that now has no wall space left… I am calling the exhibition that now takes place around Jims skirting boards.. ” Skirting around paint pouring”
I happened upon one of the funniest people I haven’t met recently.. she posted on the Facebook Acrylic pouring forum… and we´ve been in touch nearly daily ever since… she`s quite amazing.. recovered from a brain tumour and and and… understands everything my daughter has gone through with her brain injury..
Just to explain the terminology of paint pouring…Cells are the bubbles of resistance created by adding dimethicone or silicone, that brings colours up in a bubble.
There are three type of silicone used in the paint pouring world, one of the most successful but very embarrassing versions is KY jelly. the other is for lubricating running tracks in Gyms, I use stuff for cars.. right … none of that embarrassing sexual or challenging exercise stuff…. here goes the post from Karen in Australia.. she can complain when she wakes up to me for posting it.
“POSTING FOR A FRIEND:
Do you look at the posts on here, break down in tears while simultaneously trying to shut your mouth to take an antidepressant? Have images of bitch slapping those who say they don’t like their amazing art pop into your head? As I would, I mean she would give her right breast to get results like that, hell her right breast and left toe and a testicle if she had one!
They say they didn’t want cells, their cells are too big, too small! Hell the only cell I have seen is in jail after harming said artists who couldn’t see the beauty in their own work.
She said she has followed all the recipes, watched the video’s and broken down with the lack of results muttering Why, why, WHY ….continuously.
Practice they told her, any more practice and she could be an Olympian that can’t get to the finish line. She tried personal lubricant as suggested, did nothing for her art but she appeared happy about something. That failing she tried the treadmill although keeping her balance while trying to measure the drops and running proved hazardous.
Then she saw that you have sold some art whilst she has become broke buying supplies that have strangely poured like fluid throughout the house and garage, not a cranny untouched. She is, however, grateful for her art as now she is homeless after being let out of the art addicts asylum she can use it to keep her warm and built a nice house out of her canvases.
But it’s ok as she has found a group of like-minded people to hang with. Has anyone else got a friend like this, felt like me, I mean her or is she alone with these thoughts and frustrations?
Oh and those men out there, have you got a testicle she can have? All in the name of art of course. She said to enjoy your art while lamenting her creativity and the monsters it creates. . close quotes…
Thanks, Karen.. you amused 54 thousand people on that forum… you´re a paint pouring legend in your own lifetime… shame I only have four followers to promote her humour…
They deleted her post…. ?????
So Friday evening we had not the energy to face the supermarket so we went to the nearest restaurant to have Schnitzel …. They were enormous… great value if you haven’t eaten for a week… but we had..
We walked our bellies home and sat in the garden trying to recover.
Jim spotted these… so we sat in an ants nest while Jim photographed them and baited them a little… They definitely had eyes bigger than their stomachs.
Then the following evening we BBQed and we made friends with the crow…. more pictures to follow…