And does it really matter…?
There, that’s a philosophical poser for you. Why? you ask. Well, I am (once again!) somewhat distracted by other things and when too many pots boil over at once blogging is the first thing to be bumped down the list.
No, that’s not really true, is it? I think the dust bunnies are first to be relegated…
Of course, if I sit here all day pontificating (does the Pope pontificate?) and arguing the merits, or otherwise, of daily blog posts the entire metaphoric pot collection will burn dry.
So, since you all said such encouraging things about my scribbles, here are a few more. That’ll teach you not to be so cheeky, Ziggi! 😉
Yesterday morning was…interesting. Not necessarily fruitful, in terms of artistic achievement, but I did learn something.
It was supposed to be an exercise in basic shapes, pushed and pulled out of the norm. Picasso and the Cubists were supposed to be riding on our shoulders. I think the beggars had swanned off and were sampling the local brew in some dim bodega!
We practised on some lovely work by a local artisan, Arthur Rosser.http://www.users.bigpond.com/arosser/
Readers who wander through here regularly will, I’m sure, also wander through Andrea’s blog But if you’re new to “Idle Thoughts” do take a day or so to have a look at her work.
And then, tiring of my boring black-line teapots (I was getting a headache, folks!)…
‘nother hat now…
I saw the buds the other day and said to myself: “Self, keep an eye on those.” Then forgot!
But this morning… the buds have opened and it was the perfume that made me look up.
Eucharis amazonica (syn. E. x grandiflora) Daffodil-ish in appearance,though with broad, hosta-like leaves, icy white with a green tinge in the centre and the scent of citrus-spice. Hey! I’m goood– I could write advertising fibs. Oh, wait – I did.
Mine are in pots, but down near the beach a gardener has masses of them along the driveway, amongst ferns and orchids. Probably naturalised.
And what did I learn from yesterday’s exercise? That angularity is not me! I think I’m hard-wired to scribble and fling loose lines about.
Back soon. Maybe…