Sunday, 29 September 2013
Gordy the gorgeous British Shorthaired Cat
Thursday, 19 September 2013
CLEARANCE at Izzybeads
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Remembering your roots
I was reading an article in a magazine last night about marketing and promoting yourself....I finished my book on dragons and knights in shiny armour rescuing fair maidens, and the current book on Station X breaking the Enigma code wasn't quite relaxing in the bath material so I grabbed a magazine to look at and found this article on remembering your beginings. The author, a chap, makes beautiful jewellery modern pieces with silicone and various other materials even though he talks about his training as a goldsmith but he also talks about his reason for going into the jewellery making world and how he keeps true to his original dream that got me thinking about my beginnings and the constant in my art.
From my earliest memories I remember drawing dogs looking through books for pictures to copy as we didn't have pets but I knew I wanted to fill my life with dogs even back then. I progressed to detailed pencil drawings still drawing dogs, cats, wild animals never people and rarely still life, then to glass and still its the animals although these days they have silly grins and hats but always animals and usually dogs.
Monday, 16 September 2013
Back to normal
Back to normal this morning after Hereford Art Week its been an interesting week not as busy as last year and the weather changed to a definite Autumn feel but I still met some interesting people and found time to practise my off mandrel sculptures.
Monday, 2 September 2013
Goodnight my Claude.
It finally happened, after months of ups and downs and plenty of poo on the carpet, Claudey took a turn for the worst yesterday afternoon, girlie hugged him from when she got home from work at 4pm and he passed in her arms a few hours later, we had a funeral this morning and he is now resting next to Megan under the bamboo. Feels a bit weird not having a mog, I haven't been mogless for over 20 years.
22 years is not a bad age for a mog that was dumped in a box with his mum, in front of the combine harvester in Kent, together they escaped the box and went on the run around the farm we lived on then, Claude was caught by the promise of a cheese sandwich, cheese and onion crisps remained a constant favourite throughout his life he would push the dogs out of the way for a bit of cheese, and Bonny, his mum, followed her kitten to my door, I had 6/7 cats at that time, all dumpees and rescues of various ilk and I rang the RSPCA who promised to come and collect them both. They never did, it was the best thing that ever happened, I named them both, Claude was originally Clyde but his Claudey nature came through and the rest was 21 years of Claude adventures and he had a few! He was about 1 when he came to live with us and he has been with me for over 20 years, he was much loved and will be very missed.
Goodnight old friend.
Laney x