… I haven’t stopped. It’s been a busy few weeks though: adjudicating at the junior Feile Luimnigh, celebrating a significant birthday and having a hernia patched up.
Yes … that side …
Yes … that birthday …
Yes … Limerick …
Let me just say that, over these last few weeks, I have been showered with an abundance of love, care and kindness (and gifts) by family, friends, colleagues and strangers alike and I’ve loved every minute of it (well, with the exception of some periods of natural anxiety about the hernia thing). I’m very grateful.
Creatively, it’s been a mixed bag but, with the exception of the two days following my surgery, I’ve managed to keep to my creativityeveryday resolution.
I’ve made boxes …
I’ve fooled around with drawing gum …
I’ve used those Indian stamps on clay disks …
I’ve sketched …
I’ve painted on pebbles …
I’ve done these things (whatever they are) …
And I painted this key. I love big old keys, as much for their aesthetics as their symbolism. Celebrating my step-brother Tim’s 60th birthday in the UK recently, there was a beautiful specimen hanging on the wall of the 14th Century manor house in which we stayed. I took a photo but only got around to painting it today.
Finally, I was rummaging around, looking for something, when I found (or rather, rediscovered,) this thing …
Holding it up the light revealed this …
My evidently proud Dad and me outside our house in Silchester Park in, I guess, 1960. My Dad died in 1984. I still miss him.