Some art to end the week. My first mosaic this spring. I made this one for a friend. It is one of Australia’s smallest raptors, the Nankeen Kestrel. The Nankeen Kestrel is about the size of a pigeon apparently. The mosaic is not an exact likeness. I’ve taken some artistic licence with colours, but you will get the general idea. My phone camera took artistic licence with the colours too! My good camera gave me a mess of reflections.
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
Today I’m dedicating my song/tune choice to all the people in Melbourne, Australia, who are doing their bit to reduce the number of Covid-19 infections in their state of Victoria. It hasn’t been easy. Recriminations abound, but the rest of Australia owes a debt to Victoria. That’s what I think anyway. Others may see it differently.
Restrictions ease slightly from Monday. Stay cool, Melburnians. Stay smart. Stay safe. I’ve got an idea for you.
You know how dentists use a suction tube/straw? I wonder if that could be modified to attach to a coffee cup so that Melburnians could drink coffee with a mask on. This innovation could be called the Suck-cess. What do you think of that idea?
That was a bit of fun. As is the Melbourne Ska Orchestra. Enjoy.
For Patti, who has always wanted to make a mosaic.
I always complain about not having enough space. The garage and my outdoor workspace are overflowing with stuff. My stuff. My mosaic stuff. Everything is covered with dust and cobwebs. I love it. It is a magical space full of wonder. Perhaps my affinity for tiles is instinctual, in my genes. My father was a builder in his youth. He loved concrete and his concreting skills were in high demand for major commercial builds. Funnily enough, my brother is now a tiler, a trade he came to later in life.
Do you like my title for this blog post? I like it, but I amuse myself. However that (thinking up pithy blog titles) is about the extent of my creativity in the time of Covid. Consequently, I’ve been thinking a lot about buying a new house – one with two bathrooms; one bathroom for the healthy people and one for the sick people. Not that we have any sick people yet, but you never know …. This (thinking about buying a new house) is what I do when I don’t spend time on my art projects. When I’m in the right frame of mind and the weather permits, fiddling with tiles is my passion. I’ve been inspired by a fellow blogger to be arty this month, so I’ve started the prep for a couple of mosaics.
Information on the photo: Finnish Spitz, Fynnie and Ama, resting under pastel of Fiksu. Fiksu pastel courtesy of mother of Tracy. Hmmm, that’s probably dust on the glass of the pastel. In my defence, it is awkward to reach for one as short as I.
This is not my monthly wrap-up or the Friday post that I was going to write. Somehow my day spun out of control. No need for concern. Sometimes it happens. You know how it is. This stream of conscience (yes, I really do mean conscience) may make no sense at all to some people. Read more
Are you being driven to abstraction by home confinement? What do you do if you have the concentration span of a gnat? I have been fiddling around with photo editing and walking. More on the walking part later, but for now, what? Oh yes, photo editing. Home has become a canvas for my creative endeavours. Hope you like black and white. Read more
Sometimes, ladies and gentlemen, my ambition gets the better of me. I’ve always wanted to make a mosaic of a red-browed finch. I tried, but it did not go well. Perhaps I’m being too much of a perfectionist. The finished product is a bit ragged because I de-constructed it a couple of times in a manner that was a touch violent. Still, I got control of myself and made what repairs I could. Read more