|Patio, June 2015.|
Anyway, here they are again, springing up with glorious abundance amongst tubs of plants around the patio. I'll leave them to seed themselves as they wish. They probably will, anyway.
Richard and I did some of this year's annual Wirral Open Studios Tour, which was great fun. Artists and crafts-workers across Wirral throw open their studios to the public, giving people a chance to see original works and where they are created. And, of course, you can meet the people behind the creations. Some exhibit as groups, such as those using the Williamson Art Gallery in Oxton. Others exhibit in tents, or pop-up shops as they're tending to be called. Others simply throw open the front door to their homes and invite the world to drop by. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, and visited as many studios around our part of Wirral as we could.
|Art Room, June 2015.|
On the table, you can see an in-progress pen and ink drawing of Richard's. The wooden storage box behind that, with the gondola picture on it, was made by one of my uncles many decades ago when he was an apprentice carpenter/joiner. It was passed to me by my mother some thirty years ago, with the promise never to repaint it. Oh well, shabby chic is all the rage.
Yesterday, I did battle with my art easel. For the last few years its legs have been folded away while the 'body' of it sat on a 1950's TV table, which rested on painfully squeaky casters, in order to save space. When unfolded, the easel's three legs take up quite a bit of room. Anyway we have enough room here, and so now - after having re-mastered the mystery of exactly how the contraption unfolds, and after spilling the entire contents of its inner trays all over the floor - the easel stands in all its glory in the corner of our art room. There's even a small canvas sitting on the easel, its stretchers freshly hammered. All I need to do now is actually paint something.