Monthly Archives: October 2014

Art Diary: Week Ending 25th October

19/10/2014 Not a great deal of creative work done. A few hours of digital drawing in the morning and a little photography in the afternoon during a family walk. The rest of the day was spent in the garden – … Continue reading

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Weekly Diary

19/10/2014 I picked up a flag left by a fleeting shadow and unfurled the table to put it on. June was hovering several inches above the ground with the aim of getting even higher in the afternoon. The young lady … Continue reading

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

19/10/2007 It was a cold morning, which I spied from a telescope held the wrong way round. The ships moored up against the garden fence were covered in hoar. I took a newspaper to town, crumpled it for a couple … Continue reading

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My Life In Art

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Art Diary: Week Ending 18th October

12/10/2014 I divided my time between gardening (mainly moving potted plants about) and drawing/painting on the computer. Most of the odd jobs I had set myself never got done! . 13/10/2014 Poppy (our dog) seems to be unwell again and … Continue reading

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Weekly Diary

12/10/2014 The weather wasn’t as bad as promised in the dolphin only television channel I had watched as a toy fish. June went out with Roman lady from the early years of the Republic and I worked on the moist … Continue reading

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

12/10/2007 I had been turned into plastic during the night and every time I sat down I stuck to the seat. To counteract this I hung as much as possible from the florescent lights in an ancient Sumarian reading room … Continue reading

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