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You all know I don’t often reblog posts – but there’s a great offer being made here and Geoff’s a good guy for an ex-lawyer, and incidentally a good writer and well, I like him and enjoy his books and I don’t think I should keep the fun to myself …… PS I really, really recommend ‘Dead Flies…’ and his collection of short stories and ….

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My latest book goes live on 15th July and I’m giddy with excitement. Well, as an ex lawyer with a iffy back ‘giddy’ is something of an exaggeration but pretty pleased certainly covers it. I hope you might feel inclined to buy a copy and have a read.

You can buy it here

Amazon.co.uk

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But to encourage you to enjoy a good read anyway, I’ve decided to make all my other books

Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle

My Father and Other Liars

Salisbury Square

Life, In a Grain of Sand

free to air on Kindle and Smashwords from 14th to 18th July. And should you prefer a paperback copy of any one or more of them, then I’ll happily send one to the first 25 people who contact me by email requesting it. As you would, I hope, expect, all I ask is an honest review on one of…

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The Mystery on the Easel: 2:8

Okey-dokey!  For the last time folks – here we go

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It was around about now as I flipped through the process pics yet again that I suddenly realised I had painted my life – it’s all here in little vignettes that maybe only I can understand.  It was a shock, then I laughed and looked through it all again, yep!!  – I painted my life!!

Well that turned out to be a really good experiment!

The daisies each represent a time when my life changed – being me, always done dramatically, but always leading me further on up the road so to speak.

The daisies are important so I just kept on playing with colour and form and light and shade, building them up……..  I often don’t know when to stop and almost a whole day went past……

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The background was deepened and earlier layers were built up, allowing them to add their voice to the final canvas. More gold was added, eventually it edged the entire piece and mixed into leaf and calyx.

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You can’t see all the glimmery, shimmery bits sadly.  But here’ s a couple of close-ups. maybe you might catch a bit in there

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Thank you so much for sharing this process with me – I’ve loved reading your thoughts and Geoff’s increasingly wild and wacky comments as it’s gone on.  I hope you enjoyed all that too.

Oh – and for my Canadian friends – Happy 150th birthday!  Here’s Siddy doing his bit for the celebrations and honouring his favourite Canuck aunty Kelly

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Thanks for coming by today, I love that you did!

The Mystery on the Easel 2:7

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As I’d arrived at form so abruptly – and quite unexpectedly –  it was time to bring some life to the daisies.

I should say a little something about daisies.

They are arguably my favourite flower.  I love all manner of daisies from the minute daisy that intrudes itself into immaculate lawns, to the slightly bigger erigeron that spreads wantonly given half a chance, through wonderful marguerites to the fabulous shasta.  I love their bright cheerfulness, they have no pretensions, no super breeding – they are just plain old daisies, the flowers of the fields.  They always make me happy.  They keep on flowering, they keep coming back they keep waving their sun-filled centres about in garden or meadow or by roadside and they remind me that just being who you are is enough.

My friend Bekki, who appears in the comments here as a little knitted woolly lamb published a lovely photo on her blog a week or two ago of a field of ox-eye daisies and that picture has stayed with me through our dim, cold mid-wintery days.  I had also painted a daisy picture in my art journal recently and I wanted to do something more with that idea – with hindsight, I see it has influenced steps on this painting prior to the appearance of the flowers hdr

So, it was time to set to work.

Spotify randomly delivered me Diana Krall and Norah Jones today – separately and at their best, thereby proving to me that inanimate objects can know exactly what is required to get the job done!

 

They were followed by one of my favourite Van Morrison tracks

With small dabs of yellow, green and orange on the palette I lightly played about with beginnings and endings, light and shade to bring more shape and form into the  daisies.

I used my trusty charcoal stick, sketching lightly where stems and leaves and buds might go……….

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And put down the first layer of colours, alternating between leaf, stem and flower

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And, feeling pretty happy with progress, that was that for the day – we had other things to do.

Loving your thoughts my friends, thank you for your support and inspiration!

The final outcome shall be posted tomorrow 🙂

 

The Mystery on the Easel 2:6

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Jesse Winchester’s delightful ballad ‘Sham-a-ling-dong-ding’ was playing as I looked at the poached eggs.  Letting the music take the lead, keeping my head out of it as much as I could, I picked up a wet baby wipe and my trusty scrap of sandpaper and began to wipe and scrub gently at the canvas, removing most of the white and black paint and revealing once more some of the under layers.

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Finally I felt happy, threw the used wipes into the bin, washed my hands and called it done for the day.

But a thought had crept in and a few minutes later I was back, white paint on the palette and an itchy finger ready to add some quick strokes around the canvas

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The canvas got turned upside down in the doing of this part and I quite like it this way …..

Are you still with me?  Any thoughts?

Thanks for coming by today, I’m so happy that you did!

The Mystery on the Easel 2:4

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The soaring notes of the Lacrymosa of Mozart’s Requiem reverberated through the room.  Orlando fled – he’s not a fan of the classics.  Siddy looked vaguely interested then settled onto his chair with his teddy bear and a sigh.  I looked at my paints.  The metallics looked back at me and I chose first bronze, then gold and turned to the easel.

Using my fingers I stroked long bands of bronze around the top and right edges and dragged and smudged them into the canvas.  It looked too heavy to me, so I swapped for the gold.  Gold is a go to metallic in any of my paintings – it sparkles and shines and I love it.  My finger traced stripes of gold around the blocks of colour, slowly, quietly as the music filled the room.    As the music moved into the Domine Jesu I finished laying down the gold and turning, picked up the white and began to paint random circles and spirals and somehow found myself enclosing them with black paint.   By the time I was done with that the Sanctus was reverberating around the room and  I picked up the metallics again and built them up some more, allowing the colour to bleed over and blend into the circles.

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There was no dancing today and I’m not at all sure about those black marks –  we’ll see what tomorrow brings!

Any thoughts to share?

Thanks for coming by today I love that you did!

The Mystery on the Easel 2:3

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There was a variety of colours left over on the palette this afternoon – and I required no music in the art room, I was enjoying a soft and gentle day of introspection and quiet gratitude.  I quietly applied blocks of  mostly translucent colours all over the existing layers.  Yellow, orange, rose madder and aqua met the heavier cyan.  And we were done for the day.

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You have to look quite hard now to see the original signs of strong, chaotic swirls – but they peek through here and there.  And still, I have no clue where this is going – any thoughts?

Thanks for coming by today, I’m so happy that you did!