Poor love

Good morning dear Readers ,
           I have such a great sense of humour . My Andrew is in hospital for a few days and I don't like it at all. Hopefully things are heading towards the good end of the sliding scale of probabilities. He has been ,and is being pumped full of antibiotics ,once infection clears they will be able to get to the bottom of the problem .
It is wonderful to have support from some amazing friends ,I thank them all.
Updates will follow .
I will get back to posting more 'fun' stuff too.

Stripes

This is stuffed before I start lolol, so typical me ..not sure why it is not right. Anyway on with business. I was asked the other week ,Why do a blog when no one reads it.The answer is ..for me. I read it and I like it. The question I ask myself is Why stripes? The answer is how the hell do I know .It is what I end up painting. The one below is recent .I have it sitting on the cupboard where I can see it from my bed .I find it very soothing and it draws me in .I like it more each time I look at it. Does this mean I am insular or arrogant ? Liking my own work I mean. I wish I had used a larger canvas ..maybe I will repeat it more or less on a much bigger scale. 

Limbo

Good morning dear readers lolol I like to kid myself that someone is actually reading this. I am a poor soul .
I say limbo because I feel creatively that that is where I am at the moment .There is so much going on in my head but it is swirling about and can't get out.I am sure there is a change on the horizon. Maybe I have been fixated on one style and I would love to try something new.
We have just come in from the garden ,planted a few things and did some serious hacking of the roses.There is so much to do in the garden but it is a joyful place to be. My sweety suggested I go work on some painting ,he is worried that I have been stifled by him.That is not the case ,it is all going on in my head. He has spent the last few days downloading my music so that I can have it piped into the studio without having to muck about changing cds.How cool is that?

2015

Good heavens ,it is 2015 .What a year we have had . I am now in a relationship with the sweetest man...8 months and still feeling great.
I have not painted nor written anything for awhile but feel the creative juices beginning to flow again,hence checking out my blog.

This is the last effort .....It is about never really removing the mask no matter how vulnerable we make ourselves.

Life Changes

Oh dear reader, Life changes ,they leap upon us from behind closed doors,from cupboards and garden sheds. just when one thinks that life is sorted ...kapow! it gets you. A few months ago I came down with some kind of virussy thingy and felt fairly odd in the head .Being unable to concentrate on anything much ,I started clicking aimlessly about online . It seems I opened a dating site ,being the sort of person that delights in making up stuff ,I filled out all the requirements ,passwords ( love them) and user names ( really love them). I must say I have enjoyed chatting to total strangers ,sorting out their love lives and generally bossing them about. Scammers have been a joy and an inspiration, they have kept me amused when all else failed. I am intrigued by their desire to employ deceit for gain ,but then I guess politicians and lawyers are much the same ,in fact most people in business lie their teeth off.
Well the moral of my story is ..poke about and you will find. It seems I have met someone ...all very interesting, leading where? I know not at the moment ,but who knows. I have closed all the dating sites ...yes there were more than one. lololol and miss the interaction a little but life waddles on and refuses to be glued to a computer screen.
As an after thought ..I am still fighting with Google ..I can't access my mail box now. Password and user name seem to have been forgotten ( I love these )

Me and myself

I have had this thought/image living in my head for a long time.It represents the image we want to present to the world and the real person which kind of gets dragged along. The face in the mirror is the face which is open to the world .Her real face is hidden. No doubt there is much more I could say but that would be telling .Plus it is also about what you,the person looking at this image ,sees about yourself . It is not all about me .

YAYYYYYY I am back .What a mess and all I had to do was ask Kirsty lolol.
Why didn't I see what was wrong ? Why couldn't I figure it out ?
Google was not my friend .I went to all the bother ,fighting for weeks to get them to do what I wanted .Of course all I had to do was climb in through a window instead of trying to bash down the front door . Ahhhh life is interesting