Well what can I say? It's been ages since I actually did a post or anything related to blogging. Today though, I felt I needed to sort it out a bit and get back into writing stuff and look at things game related. First off, having now lived in Bristol for nearly six years, we … Continue reading Onwards!
The Party has stopped overnight in the shelter of an old castle. Most of the walls have crumbled away over time, old grey stone covered in lichen and soft, springy mosses. As the adventurers approached the castle, the GM made them roll against perception. A couple of party members noticed that some of the stonework … Continue reading Luck of the Dice…
Amazing picture! Really like the contrast between winter and the blossoming spring. Look forwards to more!
You are, in a way, what you draw. So I’m mindful of how subjects help or hinder my mood.
After a winter of studying wispy, graphite trees, I started to feel my mood turn graphite-grey too. I needed to think about the spring. Fresh greens and bright yellows!
Though we may be largely indoors, the sunlight and birds outside the window shout, “It’s spring!” And since woodland walks are off the cards, I can draw from the imagination – or photos – instead. Spring can spring in the mind.
When I dug this picture out from a pile the other day it was a bald, February watercolour . So I spruced up the branches with blossom and new leaves and walked away feeling notably happier.
And that’s something I love about art. It can take your mood on journeys. Like dreams that you can steer.
If we need cheering we…
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Really lovely post. I love looking up at the clouds and seeing what I can make into all manner of things. Perfect for a seven year old!
Today I taught my son about clouds. In this paused world, it seemed a useful life skill to take notice of the ever-changing backdrop that is the sky.
Clouds are landscapes in motion. They can alter one’s mood, inspire creativity, nurture mindfulness and foretell weather patterns. Yet they escape our notice daily
In the U.K. we now must stay home. While my partner, an EMT, is out in his ambulance, I am now Mum School. So I dug out nature books and duly bored my son with diagrams and facts about cirrus clouds and cumulonimbus till he begged me to let him get to the part where he could paint a thunderstorm. I passed him yellow paint for the lightning.
“Lightning is purple,” he corrected me. Good point. In fact, the sky is full of an extraordinary array of colours. It’s a wonder any of…
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With my hand palm up, the Dragonfly landed on it. Moving my hand up closer to my face, the exotic critter started to make loud clicking & whirring noises, irregular in their length, sometimes a constant stream then a pause of a second or two. Whilst I listened, I studied the strange insect closer. Close … Continue reading The Dragonfly-A Short.