Month: July 2024

  • Mark Making

    Mark Making

    The house feels empty now my lodger has departed. Humph. I wasn’t feeling arty at all today, but we started returning things to their usual places so that I can jump back in tomorrow with my familiar set up. I did do a bit of mark-making in my Seawhite journal, on a page that already…

  • Little Weirdos

    Little Weirdos

    Last day looking after Murphy today, and he’s going home tomorrow, so normal routines will return soon. Sometimes maintaining a habit is just doing the bare minimum. Til the morn, Suzanne 140/200

  • Post Election Blues

    Post Election Blues

    We got the Tories out. Yay! Labour won, if you don’t look too closely at the details, but we think Starmer is a disaster in waiting. Scotland gave the SNP a bloody nose, that wasn’t unexpected, but was somewhat bloodied than expected. Frustrating and disappointing. Lots of bigots lost seats, but England returned some fash,…

  • Vote

    Vote

    General Election to the UK Parliament today. Fourteen years of Tory abuses, corruption, and siphoning of public money into private hands. The Labour Party will win, and they will not deliver on the Change they promise in any significant way. It’s the most depressing and demoralising vote of my life. Til the morn, Suzanne 138/200

  • Divergent Referencing

    Divergent Referencing

    I saw a conversation online the other day that I keep thinking about. I wasn’t part of the conversation, I just read it, and then thought a lot about it. Someone had posted a painting they had done using a reference, and they had included the reference, and a bit about how they had interpreted…

  • Five Minute Figure

    Five Minute Figure

    This is a challenging reference, and I’ll probably give it a few more attempts, but this is today’s sketch. Might get some painting done tomorrow. Til the morn, Suzanne 136/200

  • For The Love of Murph

    For The Love of Murph

    A worrying few days as the senior pooch we have been looking after started refusing food, including the ham wrapped meds he needs to take. I am not kidding, I did barely anything on Saturday other than sit and watch him breathing, praying that I wasn’t going to be faced with a horrible situation. I…