I'm not exactly good at painting, but I do love to mess about with colours. These painted splodges are going to end up stuck in a junk journal. But my flowery messes aren't the main point of today's blog post. I mooched into the city centre on Wednesday for another of my monthly Stitch Art classes. This time we headed out of the art gallery and into the sculpture gallery next door. It wasn't a building I'd been in before, but I will definitely visit again as it's a lovely space. We had a chance to visit the archives, and in particular to concentrate on the work of a sculptor called Roger Ackling. I confess I'd never heard of him before, but we had a talk from an archivist about his method of working and what inspired his art. The current exhibition of his work is entitled 'Sunlight' and I'll quote from the printed guide: ' For forty years Ackling made objects by burning wood, focusing sunlight through the lens of a hand-held m...
(Photo of my front garden. Everything's growing like crazy!) Finally! I didn't think I'd get any decent strawberries from the dried out looking plants on the allotment. But recent rainfall's meant they've grown and ripened, and I've had delicious bowlfuls of 'em. I don't eat them with cream - can't afford to scoff all those calories - but natural yoghurt instead. Last year I tried freezing some of the berries I picked, but they really are best eaten fresh. I'll save the freezing for blackberries instead when it's their harvest time. So it's strawberries in my morning breakfast of either porridge or overnight oats, berries for pudding and berries for evening snacking. Yum! I finished reading the Stella Rimington book I picked up in a charity shop. It was a decent enough spy story, but rather dry and I won't be in a particular hurry to read any more of hers. I'm about to begin the Barbara Kingsolver novel 'Flight Beha...