All a jumble.

This has been a very eventful and emotional week.My daughter and I had lost track of each other and have spent the last six years searching,and thanks to facebook succeeded.We spent this weekend together,my son ,my daughter and two grandaughters oh my! how good was that!Needless to say by the time they all left Monday morning we were all exhausted.I am so looking forward to the next visit.
I want to start a new collage today but my head is all over the place .I have some beautiful red clay and a yellow too I have raw linseed oil and I want to use them to paint the background.Then the idea is to have seven swirly round areas connected by flowing curved lines.I can see it in my head and I have sketched it out but my stuff seems to get a mind of its own and I end up somewhere else.I will try and maintain some control this time.
And just for the heck of it....


There was an old man frog on a log
Out there in the pond waiting for his lady fair.
Patient and still in the morning chill
Making barely a sound as the sun shone down.
Slipping sadly out of sight in the evening light.

Then,one day at the sun's first ray
Our old man frog with his eyes agog
Spied a lady fair on the bank,just there
Where the path comes 'round by the garden chair.

All day he sang and his old heart pounded
While other frogs looked on astounded.
He sang as though he'd never known
His lady fair was made of stone!

Just a little ramble

This is very exciting ,I don't know where to begin.I am still waiting on a memory card for my camera,that is what you get for living in the sticks.,then I can add photos of the things I m trying to do.In the meantime I'll just have a little ramble.

A month or so ago I was having a moan and a whinge to my sisters about what a loser I am..I had discovered quite by accident that this was a way to get them to say nice things to me.Now this works well with close family but not so well on outsiders.Their eyes glaze over and they avoid you from then on. Of course this presents you with a tool with which to ensure that certain people do avoid you.(It doesn't always work).

I also discovered that it might cause a particular type of person to form a propensity to hang about and make a complete nuisance of themselves.I called this person Ratty .And I will from time to time make reference to our interaction,as he was not only a source of irritation but amusement too.To my credit I tried to be kind and never surrendered to my desire to cause him bodily injury.But time will no doubt tell.

It is called a collage not a picture don' t you know anything?

I really enjoy it when something I am working on decides to
take off and evolve a little.It is such a surprise at the end.
This one began as a dig at the world of body building and power lifting.
After following a dear friend around from gym to gym and competition
to competition I began to see something that I did not like.I can't even explain it
in this small space.Anyway I chose dear Arnie as the epitome of all that
is in the body business,but when I had almost finished and held it upright
for the first time lo and behold it was Adam falling from the grace of God.

Let's have another go at pictures.

Civilization is my first foray into the world of glue and
paper.I have tried to depict the beauty of civilization
and the underlying corruption. It seems that any
civilization rests atop abuse and oppression of a

'lesser' one.We will get it right eventually.

This is my favourite and I hope I don't sound
too precious about it.

I think I might just have conquered this blog.

Who is Me?

You may as well all know I am challenged on all fronts.Vertically,probably horizontally, and definitely technologically.I am no good at maths and can't sing.I have also proved it is possible to fall over the handle bars of your bike three times in one day and not break anything.Oh and it is possible to fall over the same fence three times in one day. At the moment I am having difficulty with facebook.Somehow I have managed to create two me's and I can't get rid of one of me. Consequently I have friends making friends with the other me, who only yesterday requested that I befriend her.How can I befriend myself? I have tried to find out more about this other me but apparently it's me. Now facebook are emailing me demanding to know who this person is and can she access my account. Well of course she can access my account its me, and could they please remove her? Yes they can please but which one of me is going? At the moment it is a stalemate and we are coexisting side by side. It makes me very cross to see friends and family members who should know better going willy nilly over to her side.

Sobbing,weeping,generally blubbering

Scary week,computer virus meant I was cut off from my loved ones,meaning I couldn't eavesdrop on anyone I should have been a spy.A new camera sent me into a dither of which button to press and when, and finally when I had the button pushing worked out I took photos of my artistic efforts and put them onto facebook.It was akin to throwing my children off the cliff .Phoned Sister of my soul who spent the next half hour deciphering my hics and wails and said she totally understood .That is why she is Sister of my soul.

       I also have Sister of my conscience.She is the one blessed with common sense and other essential tools for living a relatively successful life.Sister of my conscience can hear the problem and extricate the bullshit in one second then tell it to you like it is .

     Then there is Sister of my heart who runs happily into the realms of  Spirit with me .Each of my sisters are tied so tightly to me and to the other that we are surely one unit.I do not know if this is good or bad I only know I would be lost without them they are my Muses. And I am blubbering again.

Present and Accounted For.

I am here.