by Patrick | Aug 5, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, BRotS, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, Op Art, painting, photography, Uncategorized
It’s been a tough year. Is that what happens as one ages – each year gets tougher? Physically I have always tried to exercise, even buying a share in a central London gym once at the height of the gym investment craze. Great place to exercise. Went bust of course. I...
by Patrick | Jul 16, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography
The Renaissance was a period of renewal and innovation during the 14th, 15th and 16th centuries: in painting characterised by innovations in paint technology and perception. Some, like Utrillo in his history paintings, focussed on the newly formalised system of...
by Patrick | Apr 8, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Remembrance
Berlin Liberation 1945 “Frau, komm” The Soviet soldier’s pidgin-German command to females he encountered became the words every woman in Berlin from 17 to 70 knew and dreaded” From ‘The Berlin Wall’ by Frederick Taylor Ukraine Liberation 2022 It seems despite the fall...
by Patrick | Mar 29, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, Design, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography
Mama, take this badge off of me I can’t use it anymore It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door Bob Dylan Several of us on Twitter and Facebook keep a daily visual diary of the changing months. I take...
by Patrick | Mar 9, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, BRotS, Design, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography
“March March to my own drum, March march to my own drum Hey hey I’m an army of one Oh i‘m an army of one Tell the ol’ boys in the white bread lobby What they can and can’t do with their bodies Temperatures are rising, cities are sinkin’ Ah cut the shit”...
by Patrick | Feb 22, 2022 | art, BRotS, Environment, Lifestyle, Op Art, painting, photography, wilderness
Its quieter now. We are I guess, some 400 yards from the beach, and the persistent thunder, a little like traffic noise, has gone. The sun is shining, and the weathermen and women can stop panicking until the next stiff breeze comes along. My admiration for those who...
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