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...
by Patrick | Feb 10, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, Design, education, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, pastels, photography, wilderness
“The influence of the media on the psychosocial development of children is profound. Thus, it is important for physicians to discuss with parents their child’s exposure to media and to provide guidance on age-appropriate use of all media, including television, radio,...
by Patrick | Feb 10, 2022 | Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, photography
The cat is hot. Every time I wriggle further away, he pushes himself back against me. It is comforting and uncomfortable at the same time. For a while sleep and wakefulness are locked in combat but finally, I realise I am awake. I flap around for my watch – one of...
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