The thunderstorm the night before, when waking up is so hard to do.
Author: Jane
Home thoughts from a broad.
Saturday Morning in Colour
Last Saturday in our mixed media art class, it was time to work with acrylic paint and oil pastels - depicting what we could see from the windows of Studio 2 of the FirstSite gallery. The site is Scheduled Ancient Monument land, and there are archaeological artefacts beneath the building. So, no digging was permitted … Continue reading Saturday Morning in Colour
Wall to Wall
On what was then the hottest day of the year, Easter Saturday, I was in Paris. And I was wondering why. There were travel advisories as a result of the heat generated by both the weather and a renewed vigour to the gilets jaunes protests. Their feelings of economic injustice had been fuelled by flash-funding … Continue reading Wall to Wall
Desperately Seeking Lily
On Easter Saturday, walking through Paris, I stopped for an iced drink at a cafe on Square Maurice Gardette. The idea had been to sit in the Square itself, but another day of civil unrest meant that it remained unopened. However, I was heartened to see young children squeeze through the railings and two amorous … Continue reading Desperately Seeking Lily
Saturday Morning in Black and White
This weekend, it was back to school for me; art classes started again after the Easter break. The portrait drawing classes I took from January until Easter I enjoyed so much I didn't need to think twice about signing up for these mixed media classes. There are other classes I would love to follow, too, … Continue reading Saturday Morning in Black and White
Gogglebox? Dogglebox!
Watching TV with Frank-Dog.
Bye/Hi
Leaving Paris Charles de Gaulle airport and arriving at London Gatwick airport early on Easter Sunday.
