I drifted off to sleep last night dreaming of blogs and websites, and I guess the realisation that if I would like to sell my work via the website, then I really do have to pull out the proverbial finger and learn more about the whole process. We all now live in an age where it isn't sufficient to say we have learnt as much as we can, we continually have to learn and keep up with the incredibly fast moving technology. I am driving to Perth today to visit my mum who has alztheimers and is in a wonderful nursing home, but who even without alztheimers, would have enormous trouble keeping up with the changes of today, having been born in 1919, in inner London, from cars to jet planes, radios to tvs, dvds etc, computers, astronauts, unthinkable in that time unless your name was Leonardo da Vinci.
Anyway, moving onwards and upwards (sounds like Winston Churchill).
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
The world is full of incredibly talented artisans, I never tire of looking at other artists work and I am constantly amazed at the never ending range of inventive pieces.
I was lucky enough to have an artist for a father, and even though he has now passed on, god bless him, I thank him for my talent and feel that he is always with me, giving me a little nudge when the brick wall looms and the ideas seem to seep into the mortar.
My darling man built me a sensational studio some years ago now, lovingly referred to as "the pig pen", I assume he is referring to my clutter, but he leaves me to it and goes next door to his "anally clean pig pen" where he handmakes guitars. (he is a luthier).
We meet at the end of the day with a glass of wine and chat over the day's proceedings. Life is very good.
I was lucky enough to have an artist for a father, and even though he has now passed on, god bless him, I thank him for my talent and feel that he is always with me, giving me a little nudge when the brick wall looms and the ideas seem to seep into the mortar.
My darling man built me a sensational studio some years ago now, lovingly referred to as "the pig pen", I assume he is referring to my clutter, but he leaves me to it and goes next door to his "anally clean pig pen" where he handmakes guitars. (he is a luthier).
We meet at the end of the day with a glass of wine and chat over the day's proceedings. Life is very good.
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