End bit.

 “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” (Charles Dickens).

Mostly, it was the best of times. For sure. From 2006, having a painting being shown in Thoresby Gallery, just a short walk from my one-time primary school, to 2019, and exhibiting / selling a print in the Harley. Thirteen years of fun, creativity, making art, writing. I thought of it as a continuing series of adventures, and it was. Until the world suddenly turned on its axis. Or was it just my world? Either way, the people and places of those adventures would never be the same.

The Covid pandemic, 2020 / 2021, with its dubious vaccinations and lockdowns, seemed to set the mood for what followed, though was not entirely to blame. Significant places for my sketchbook activities became forever off-limits. Significant people moved on. I am sure everything is alluded to, one way or another, within this blog. But no regrets. 2022 found me once again exhibiting and selling. 2023 had me publishing. 2024 has me mostly wondering, “Okay, but what shall I do now?”

I’m not really sure. But whatever it is, I shall write about it on a new blog. ‘Bye for now.

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The Homeland.

 

I still like to wander around the homeland from time to time. I guess I always will.

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Out with the old, in with the new.

It is one year since the publication of my first book, “46 Contemporary Poems in Various Styles”.

It’s been a year of sketchbooks, keeping my Twitter / X page active, as a place to promote my book and my art. One might say it’s been a year of promotions. But it’s also been a year, at least the last few months, of starting my second book. And this I have done.

So, I’m thinking the New Year is going to be in need of a new blog. The blog you are reading now is totally public. The new blog won’t be public for a while yet.

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Photographs.

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Twitter / X sketchbook.

 

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#Sketchbook November.

 

Top to bottom: Parliament Oak, the Major Oak, a witch, and Byron's Oak (only the stump remains).

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#Sketchbook October.

 

A woolly hat might be a good idea in the cold weather, but perhaps not in blue...

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#Sketchbook September.

Sketchbook pages from my walks around Thoresby Park.

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Twitter / X musings.

 

More Twitter / X silliness. The challenge was to interpret a famous art work.

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a chance poetic encounter.

 Today I made a trip into town to place copies of my book inside those venues I once frequented, and wherein some of the inspiration came from. The trip resulted in an encounter which left a lasting impression.

I don’t give money to the homeless, but I always buy them a sandwich & drink lunch if I see them outside the store I get my groceries from. The guy I came across today was situated nowhere near a food store. So, in high spirits, I asked him if he read poetry, and gave him a copy of my book.

It transpired that not only does he read poetry, he writes it as well, and commenced to recite two for me. They were incredible! So there were, exchanging poems on the pavement. Good times.

I encouraged him to self-publish. But I don’t know how the homeless could access that facility.

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Hari Krishna.

 Strolling around town today, with no particular intention. A young Hari Krishna guy asked me for a donation. I have no cash on me, not that I would have donated anyway, but offered a verse of the song instead. So, there I was, middle of a busy central city side-walk, singing a verse of “Hari Krishna, Hari Hari”. (You know the tune). His face lit up.

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Aliens.

 

Some silliness on Twitter / X, when I know I really should be writing. This is the problem with social media, even when one is not really sociable. The urge to get noticed overrides all sense.

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My garden.

 

Top: If garden benches could only speak, what stories they could tell.

Bottom: I had to replace the heavy stone with an alternative arrangement in my tree-stump sculpture.

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Spring 2024.

 

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Looking at things a different way.

 

 Bored (for a while) with observational drawing, I decided on marker pens, imagination, cardboard sheets, and see what happens.

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Landscapes in March.

 

March is my favourite month. The bleakness of January and February hopefully passed.

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