The thunderstorm the night before, when waking up is so hard to do.
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
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
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
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
Watching TV with Frank-Dog.
Leaving Paris Charles de Gaulle airport and arriving at London Gatwick airport early on Easter Sunday.