My blog of the day is these two little pictures,which I started work on this morning
Still no sign of the pebble, though, I haven't the faintest idea where it could have gone! It is such a pity, it was so lovely. Perhaps that was Mad Smithy's price - give me the beautiful pebble, and I will leave you alone! Not so much alone though, that Mad Smithy didn't spend the morning perched on my shoulders and mocking everything I did, filling my mind with self-doubt and loathing, the turpsy rag hard at work deleting everything I did, until these two slipped through, and I will tell you, the top one nearly didn't make it!
However, with huge apologies and many thanks to Tumbling and Hopping Moon who have given name to this anti-muse, I now know that Mad Smithy also stole the comma, and that is how he slipped into this world - I have his measure! Mad Smithy's place is filled with commas, muses, special pebbles, and the wick for my Rayburn. Actually, it sounds quite good over there . . .
And oh dear, why oh why cannot I slip into the real world for once! I know that dreadful things have happened out there today, and they have made me so sad. This is a blog, though, and this is what happened to me today. You see, Mad Smithy has been on my back for 20 years now, ever since I 'dropped out' of the professional Art Scene. Now there's a blog - but not for today. And maybe not ever.
But it is simply great to know that you lot are all out there, and I am so proud to be part of the PurpleCoo! I hope you are all ok and have had a lovely bank holiday weekend. I am going to catch up with some of your blogs this evening and I am so looking forward to it.
However, with huge apologies and many thanks to Tumbling and Hopping Moon who have given name to this anti-muse, I now know that Mad Smithy also stole the comma, and that is how he slipped into this world - I have his measure! Mad Smithy's place is filled with commas, muses, special pebbles, and the wick for my Rayburn. Actually, it sounds quite good over there . . .
And oh dear, why oh why cannot I slip into the real world for once! I know that dreadful things have happened out there today, and they have made me so sad. This is a blog, though, and this is what happened to me today. You see, Mad Smithy has been on my back for 20 years now, ever since I 'dropped out' of the professional Art Scene. Now there's a blog - but not for today. And maybe not ever.
But it is simply great to know that you lot are all out there, and I am so proud to be part of the PurpleCoo! I hope you are all ok and have had a lovely bank holiday weekend. I am going to catch up with some of your blogs this evening and I am so looking forward to it.
13 comments:
l do like your paintings & l am a great fan of finn familly moomintroll, especially little mai! l brought with me a mr nobody. a silent, naughty person who has been with me since childhood. it is he who moves the car keys, it is he who spills milk & it is always him who doesn't put lids back on. Have a great evening xxx
I reallu love your pictures. Sooo jealous I can't paint for purple toffee. Toady
I can hear the real Tattie (my whippet) dreaming she's chasing rabbits and there's an owl outside triangulating on the hunt. And I keep coming back to the wood in your picture and I am thinking WOW!
Cor Matron wish I oculd paint like you..I do love your pictures.
oooh, wish I could paint like you Lixtroll, you talented thing you!
Warm Wishes.
Camilla.xx
Ah LT, maybe Mad Smithy did indeed take your pebble and is so entranced with it that he cannot be parsed to come and stop you painting..... I have my own Mad Smithy, I have realised, but I think mine is female and big and fat and horribly leering - or maybe thin and twisted and mocking (or maybe both - aaaghhhh, twin harpies who suck the joy out of me).
So sad to hear that you have stove problems.....not sure I could ever cope with electric again....in fact can't - burn everything when I stay with my mother....
Love the pics but want more of your pictures and POTS too! A kiln and wheel are all very well but........
Janexxx
Hello from New York, and many thanks for the enchantment that I have just seen and read.
I want to carry some of your magic within me, as I venture out into my city scape, that is completely opposite to your world.
I knew an old couple who lived in a small cottage on the edge of a forest. This is true. They heated the cottage and cooked their food on a Raeburn that was run on the wood that they gathered from the forest. This couple passed away some years ago, but were so lovely. Your words have remined me of them this morning.
Thank you!
"What's up," he asked, in a low whisper, "Smithy breaking out again ?
No ! No ! It's not that ! It's a rag-"
"A rag ?" repeated Harry.
"Keep it dark ! Smithy was wild -you know him ! muttered Redwing.
Truth is stranger than fiction !!
Seriously how liberating to discover Mad Smithy, so you can take your power back.
Maybe the gift of the missing pebble, says Hopping Moon, is that you don't need it in order to paint the most incredible pictures, full of such mystery, wonder and mastery.
xx
The paintings may be small but the gardens looks rich and vibrant like their creator - Oh ah hem Happy Birthday. Party was real fab!
Hello Lixtroll. What fantastic paintings. What about the pots though? Clearer pictures please! xx
I especially like the top painting - so glad you kept it and showed us all! It has a moon too which gives it a gold star in my book!!
I think finding and then losing the pebble may have been the price for getting your muse back. I love your work, absolutely love it.
You know Mad Smithy was only there because you let him. You have the freedom now to refuse him and then you can make your own mistakes and learn from them properly this time.
And can I have my dog collar bleeper remote back Smithy - not funny!
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