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     I had fully intended to paint my village church, using acrylic.  Bear in mind that the only training I have ever had for art was at school in the 1980’s!  At the last meeting of the little art group, created with friends, earlier this month, I painted what was to be the background wash (is that even what you call it when using acrylic?) and I was pleased with how… Read More

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     A few days ago, I received a telephone call from from my lovely cousin, telling me that her mum had died!  This was a complete shock, not least of all to my cousin, for her mum had shown no signs of anything suggesting that this awful event was imminent.  My aunt was such a vibrant person; so very alive and filled with the spark of mischief and adventure.  Only days… Read More

    One of the most renowned and outstanding pieces of art was recently within touching  distance from where I was stood.  On the perimeter, a high, red-bricked wall and some black wrought iron gates.  We, being my other-half and our friend, passed through the gates to be met by a beautiful public garden.  This tranquil gem was still at peaceful slumber in this dusky stage of winter.  An unexpectedly green lawn,… Read More