25 tales

18-1-18



I'm not even sure that Rudyard Kipling actually said that there only 25 stories that can be told.

However, it does sound like a sound theory to me.

However, to try to nail them down would probably require some sort of grant,

(if they exist anymore)



How many songs do we have to sing
Each and every one of us.

To carry on re-composing.





Animal occupying it's own space.

The birds.

A Britannic Saint.

Recently, I haven't been "immediately" creative - I haven't scribbled out ideas / doodled immediate things.
I haven't spent a lot of time "on-line" either.
I suppose this is a good chance to bang out a few underlying compositional challenges.

Entrance to another place.

A walk over the hill.

-and the next year-

Underhand backbiting.

A new morning in the outside world.

The magic far-away tree.

Me now,
mine, all mine.

The lost dog.

Frightened, lonely monsters.

A game of two halves.

Pre-ignition.

The back-handers,
play tonight and get ten pounds free.

Said the very knowledgeable critic. 

Envelope fields,
a pastoral number.

Spiritual bliss.



The home from home.

The end.



  

Surviving butterfly makes it through winter

15-1-18

hard, but it made it

Rudyard Kipling (I believe) wrote that there are only 25 stories that can be written.

Myself, I would rather believe that we each have 25 stories, maybe in different variants that can be told.

and you run from youre own retreating view

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ke27QakSPxM

Beside you, Van Morrison

"you roam from your retreat and view"

It seems I got the lyrics wrong !

So,

going backwards



The secret life of towels

Hopefully the first of a bunch of water colour and line stuff with a bit of back-up and lines.

These are a couple of notes that I made whilst doing the "important water colour"

I began to feel that I was loosing out in the basic compositional line of things and so started banging out little / big paintings.

A spin off from the main theme - in that it didn't cut it so I decided to turn it into something different. ("A Guilty Man")



Yes, I needed to bang out some new fresh compositions - from the heart as it were.

Actually towels hanging from a bathroom door. I loved the cascade of colour.