The Art of the shed

I’m a fan of this artist’s work. Guided here by my other half who discovered him for herself some years ago, and is herself inspired by it, take a look at Antoni Tapies

In a homage to his paintings here are my own images, gleaned straight from the plot. A heady mixture of art and “sheddism”. A sunny day helps both the art of the shed and the growing of the plot.

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This one is called “Untitled 1”

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This one is “Unititled 2”

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and this one is “Rusty nail”

and finally this one:

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which is called” Self portrait with shed door juxtaposed”.

All are available as fine art prints, of course. Get in touch with your bank details.

 

“Are you going to be wearing that?”

There’s a hint in the tone. Slightly incredulous, and it’s result is confidence sapping. I’m not one for high fashion, in fact I’d be better described as a follower of low fashion if there is such a thing. Ill fitting jeans, I’ve lost a bit of weight and they were cheap, are de rigeur for me. In contrast to my daughter and son in law, I have only enough shoes to be useful. I find that shoes get more comfortable with age so are worth hanging on to for as long as possible. They have more shoes than I think I’ve ever had in my life.

That aside the comment was about my plan to wear my rather natty hat. I bought it in Canada but it was made in China, so it has some mileage in it. The planned trip was to see “the boys”, that is my brand new hardly worn twin grandchildren up in London, involved taking the hat with me and wearing it. If you want to know more about being a mother of twins then take a look at Two boys one mum where my baby girl writes about her baby boys, with a certain amount of good humour.

In the end I took it and my hat never came out of my rucksack. So it got a few more miles under it’s belt but was of no use whatsoever.

I came back home and wore it yesterday at the plot: the allotment, to keep the bright sunny September sun out of my eyes. I sent a picture of myself to my other half and daughter.The reply was telling: “Hat best for the allotment”. So London and the boys will never have the pleasure of seeing it in real life.

Taken with Lumia Selfie
Looks o.k. to me and it’s a well known brand.Rhubarb in the background.

I’ve had a busy day on the blog today, and lots of visits after posting about food! Seems to be a much favoured subject. Well there’s food here too.

“What do you put on your rhubarb, horse manure?”

” Actually I prefer custard”

My daughter would no doubt describe that as a “Dad joke”.

 

 

Still life with crisps

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As anyone can see from my “Mr Grumpy” profile picture, I like a grumble.

Here’s today’s.In the days when the clever victorians designed the local park here they had a ‘Parkie’ who looked after it, and carried about his person a brush and shovel. This function has now been taken over by the local Borough Council, who no doubt ‘outsource it’ to some large cleaning conglomerate who bring in their machines to clean the park. In general they do a wonderful job but the devil’s in the detail. I have no doubt that they are not allowed to use a hand held brush as this would give them the same health and safety worries as if they were carrying a loaded semi automatic. Instead they have to rely on a machine to pick up the litter and the leaves, as this is completely safe and totally automatic.

This leaves them in a bit of a corner, as it leaves the leaves in a bit of a corner. In this particular instance it even left an empty packet of crisps too, bonus!