Landscape sketches.

 Sketchbook studies made from Sherwood Forest, Clumber Park, Oxton, and Newstead Abbey. All using Faber-Castell Pitt pens.

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Self portrait and pies.

 

 

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#thedailysketch 2021

 

Top: My favourite place to sit is a bench in the shadow of those trees, Thoresby Park.

Middle: Thoresby Hall.

Bottom: The Witches Bench, Sherwood Forest.

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#paintseptember 02. 2021

 

 Paint September was a Twitter art challenge.

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#paintseptember 01. 2021

 

 Paint September was a Twitter art challenge.

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Bridges over the River Trent, Nottingham.

 Top to bottom: Wilford Toll Bridge, Wilford Suspension Bridge, Trent Bridge, and Lady Bay Bridge.

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Newstead Abbey.

 

I find it hard to make something creative out of formal gardens. Hence converting my Newstead Abbey observations to moonlight.

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Thoresby Park.

  I have decided the best days for a stroll around my favourite Dukery sites are those which threaten rain showers and deter the public. I had the place almost totally to myself today.

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A little more stable.

 I seem to do so little at present, that it’s difficult to post any kind of meaningful update.

I had my 2nd Astra Zeneca vaccination, after the shingles had cleared, very lucky to have had only a mild case. My general health and state of mind has improved of late. Looking back a few months, I think I was in quite a “dark” place without realising it. So many things changed all at once: I remember happily sitting in the sun outside the Harley Gallery, Summer 2019, having been exhibited and sold there, after which a veritable tsunami of distressing events swept in, culminating with this covid epidemic.

Ironically, it was getting ill with shingles, which seems to have helped sort me out. With nothing much to do but rest, I kept repeating to myself: “Stop thinking about anything right now. Just rest. Get better, and then decide what it is you WANT to do”. More significantly, what things do I NOT want to do any more. That’s when peace of mind started to settle in. Long may it last.

Never dwell on the fact that things will never be the same again. Ask yourself, “How much of it would you even want it to be?”

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Shingles.

 

I am on Aciclovir anti-virals. Had to delay my 2nd Covid jab. Government's own Yellow Pages site indicates Shingles side effect from vax. No-one will ever accept the responsibility.

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Early evening catch-up.

 It’s that time of the year, at that time of the evening, when the seasons could as well be slipping away from winter as moving into it. Walking back from the garage shop I see vapour trails once again in the evening sky, which have been absent during the lockdowns. I kind of missed them, and the familiarity of the patterns they leave as they descend to far away Midlands Airport.

I’m not sure when the current lockdown ends. I think quite soon. Even so, I doubt that will change my life all that much from what it has recently become, with its pandemic concerns. Last year, what with all the duties associated with Power of Attorney and Probate, my nose was pressed to the computer screen and its endless paperwork. I think it was stress and exhaustion which brought on the night sweats and palpitations. Now the paperchase has ended, the sweats and palpitations seem to be over. Moving on…

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Illustrations.

 I have re-worked these two "intended illustrations" for “my intended novel”. Having kept the individual scans, I only had to drop them all into Photoshop, and clean them up a little so as to be clearer for possible Kindle publishing. Truth be told, I think I am extending the "intended project" too far. The chapters would be enough.

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More lockdown sketches.

 Above: Forest Fields, Nottingham, where I was tested for Covid and received my 1st vaccination.

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Sketching inside & outside.

 

 

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Ring out the old.

 The lockdown feels like it lasted the whole of 2020, although I think it was short of that. I really have no idea. Nor do I have specific memories of anything which broke the monotony as each blank day followed the one before.

The past two or three months before Christmas were defined by endless sheets of official paperwork spreading across the lounge carpet nearest the computer and the phone, as I ploughed my way through the obstacles lining the route from Power of Attorney to funeral arrangements to Probate. That will be my abiding memory of 2020. I now move on.

I have spent recent lockdown time reorganising my artworks as they appear on the internet, even going so far as to link them with the places they depict to their location on Google maps. Looking at those maps, I was shocked at the changes which have taken place in just the last five years, but mostly at how the pandemic itself has caused several to be listed as “closed permanently”. I shall miss the Big Fish. There have also been personal closures of a different kind, and look now for changes yet to come.


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Merry Christmas.

 

 

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M-m-m-My Corona part 18. Epilogue.

 

Tonight’s sunset reminded me of the first oil painting I did, albeit that one was actually meant to be a sunrise. But the low sun and silhouetted purple clouds? Exactly the same.

Lots of things at present are invoking memories of the past. I think I’m really tired. And when I get tired, rather than resting, I start finding things to occupy my thoughts. Not that I’ve been short of things to do. The sequence of responsibilities from Power of Attorney, to managing care home costs, to organising a funeral, to applying for Probate in order to then execute a Last Will and Testament, all against the current backdrop of lockdowns and restricted movements, took their toll.

I have been attempting to write something from a personal perspective about this pandemic year, but to no avail. What is there to say about a life style of government-imposed rules, restrictions and lockdowns, interrupted by little other than trips to the grocery store?

I shall endeavour to rest my brain over the Christmas season.

 All text, pros, photos & artwork, copyright Ian Gordon Craig.

R. I. P. Shelley

 Just heard the sad news via Facebook. Quite a shock, even after all these years. One always assumes the people one was close to in the past, and had meaningful relationships with, are still out there somewhere, happy and healthy. Sometimes it's not so. She passed away September 2020. I don't know the cause, but the date corresponds to the covid epidemic. I hope there was no pain.

Shelley Burton was an important person to me during the 1980’s, even though we were never destined to be together for life. During the two and a half years in which we were happily “an item”, she was both muse and motivator. The reason I exhibited quite well in the Nottingham Opens during the 1980’s, and indeed almost made it on to the wall in a Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, was down to her.

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Magritte in mind.

 

 

 When Magritte said on one of his paintings "This is not a pipe". (Rough translation). He was right. It wasn't a pipe. It was a painting of a pipe.

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