The Ship.
The Ship. Oil on canvas by Celia Turner.
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Palm Trees.
Palm Trees. Oil on canvas by Celia Turner. Crumbs, it is SO cold today. I am sitting here wrapped up in a vest, jumper, scarf and shawl and I'm still freezing. I spent the morning getting the garden 'ready for bed' meaning tidying it up and cutting the grass before the weather gets too bad, I've brought the geraniums into the 'conservatory', loose term as it's more like a bombed out bus shelter clinging precariously to the side of the house, that's rented accommodation for you. I can now look forward to a few months of involuntary slimming as there's no point paying for heating as any warmth simply seeps outside through the 'original' windows, which also took a battering during WW2. This is the life of the impoverished artist. Still, all is not lost as I am going to rearrange my studio so I am surrounded by seascapes, lovely blues skies and glistening water, golden sands and lapping waves can lull me into a sense of warm escapism as I wip...
Marmite is Toast.
It would seem that the kitchen staple, Marmite is to be a victim of Brexit. Who would have been able to predict the demise of such a popular product ? Perhaps more worrying however is that the same company supplies us with English Mustard. How beautiful the irony. I remain......a Remainer. (And I prefer marmalade on my toast)
Vogue. Happy One Hundred Years.
Oil on card by Celia Turner Vogue magazine was 'born' in 1916 during WW1 when shipping in the US magazine became impossible. There are obviously thousands of iconic, fabulous photos taken by a myriad of amazing photographers. A quick google search will provide lots of information about the models, photographers, and clothes but for me, a much-overlooked prize to be found among the glossy pages of Vogue are the articles themselves, always written in an artistic fashion, well-researched, relevant, and thoroughly absorbing. A stand-out article for me this year would be Goodbye To All That? by Cressida Connolly Cressida reflects on an enduring love affair with the Continent, and why Brexit. more than any other political question. is an emotional issue. Published in the June issue the article serves as a poignant reminder of days gone by, although Cressida could not have known this at the time of writing. The painting above is my tribute to one hundred years of Vogue....
The Artist's Way.
This is my battered old copy of 'The Artist's Way' by Julia Cameron. I bought this copy in 1994 and no matter how many times I shove it into the back of a cupboard it always gets retrieved. It is my 'kick up the bum book.' It enables me to reconnect with my inner and outer artist and to get moving forward with renewed vigour. It renews my faith in myself and who I am. Describing oneself as an 'artist' can sound a bit, well, a bit poncey, pretentious, affected even but I have been painting and writing for a very long time , it's what I do. I have sold paintings at home and abroad, I have entertained children with my book, 'Mabel' and have had my research used in national newspapers and television documentaries. I have stood in freezing conditions and the pouring rain while manning my pitch at London's Greenwich Market, I have sat in many a gallery while exhibiting my work. My house is adorned with my artwork. I am an artist. Julia...
Charmed.
Charming: Pleasing, delightful. Using charm: Exercising magic power. A woman's secret. (Let's keep it that way)
Quote..
In times of turmoil, whether that be universal or personal, art and beauty can soothe the soul. I don't want this little space of mine to be taken up with politics yet today I want to share the following quote: 'Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love." Kahlil Gibran. I wonder if our little world, and our tiny little country will ever heed these wise words.
