Some beautiful things that I can see from my bed:
Category Archives: painting
We went back to Krowji today, to their Open Studios event, so that I could show the lovely Mr S some of the beautiful art work I had seen on Friday. We sang under these stars on Friday.
We both fell for some of Kerry Harding’s paintings seen below with her permission – fabulous dramatic work that, sadly was beyond our price tag.
I also loved one of Chloe Tinsley’s paintings, vibrant and catching at my heart strings – again with a rather large price tag though I am figuring out how to do this! Click on the red link to see the painting that I fell in love with.
It’s December and I am sharing another positive poster from Action for Happiness.
We have started on the Do Good thing by making up two boxes for Cornwall’s Christmas box project where a whole Christmas dinner plus treats are packed up in a decorated box and distributed, via the council, The boxes are given out by Cornwall Council’s teams working with vulnerable and impoverished families, the poorest in Cornwall, to give them something for Christmas. More than 500 were donated last year. If you are local and would like to contribute, here is the link.
Yesterday was World Kindness Day. Every day should be kindness day! This is a reminder for each of us to be kind to ourselves as well as to others.
We saw this beautiful Beetle in town.
I loved this painting in Tate St Ives when we popped in on Sunday. It is The Fisherman’s Farewell by Christopher Wood and I found it very touching.
It has been the roughest of days – rain overflowing from the guttering and streaming down the windows and wild, wild wind, leaves blown hither and thither and strange thumps from outside while things are blown around the yard. So – I give you a wonderful painting by Giuliana Lazzerini evoking the warmth of a summer day.
We met Brian Patten many years ago when in Yorkshire and he signed his book, ‘Love Poems’ for me. This delightful poem is from that collection. I think we all need the ‘safeguard against imagining’ that there is ‘nothing bright or special in the world.’ There is and we need to keep reminding each other of the good, the bright and the special.
The Stolen OrangeWhen I left I stole an orange
I kept it in my pocket
It felt like a warm planet
Everywhere I went smelt of oranges
Whenever I got into an awkward situation
I’d take out the orange and smell it
And immediately on even dead branches I saw
The lovely and fierce orange blossom
That smells so much of joy
When I went out I stole an orange
It was a safeguard against imagining
There was nothing bright or special in the worldBP
Checking the published post, I find that the verses of Brian Patten’s poem are all squashed together instead of three line verses. I have tried to correct this but WordPress won’t let me.
I must be a glutton for punishment but suddenly, I couldn’t let P&V get on the train this morning without waving them off so we went to Truro Station this morning to do just that. For some reason, it was less sad than last night and felt right.
Afterwards we went to Trelissick for some R&R and lunch in the old house which was a special treat. I loved the clock in the dining room and plan on trying to make one like it.
The drive home through the lanes is always beautiful.
We went to Porthtowan for supper with the Munich contingent and had a beautifully presented ‘dessert’ made by the little cousins.
My lovely Sister, an artist who lives in Hawaii, painted this beautiful, sunny piece and gave me permission to put it on here as one of my beautfulthings today.
We’ve been in Exeter today to have lunch with Daughter No1. This poster about migration was on a lamp-post in the city.
The copse at Cookworthy Knapp means so much to people who have been away from Cornwall, their home, even if only for a day! They tell us that we are nearly home, hence their nickname. Photos are always taken from a moving car.