#1156 theoldmortuary ponders.

The last day of twixtmas.  I thought I would have a little jog through my creative notes from this year when there was a lot of experimentation behind the scenes and there will be more in 2025.

January 2024

Tasting, feeling, painting synesthesia. Eating a frozen rhubarb crumble. The taste of high summer in the middle of winter.

February 2024

Another sensation painting/print. I needed to be ready for a print exhibition. This reflects my own experience of being a year round sea swimmer using an outdoor shower.

March 2024.

Singing rehearsals for a Green Man Festival. I wanted to create a contemporary Green Man.

April 2024

Green Man backlash. The awkward story of Green Woman birthing a fully grown, in-leaf tree.

May 2024

An old painting. The Nearly Home Trees on the A30. The original was lost for ages .It turned up in May.

June 2024.

Still a work in progress

I started experimenting with combining quick sketches and a location photograph. A book group on a quiet Greek beach.

July 2024

Another work in progress. Redesigning and reconfiguring my studio has caused some sketch notes to be found and others to be lost.

This one is currently missing in action.

August 2024

A photoshopped sketch note. Who knows where this one is going.

September 2024

Gilding apples.Finally the apples in a string bag are finished.

October 2024

Learning a new (old) skill. Printing a daffodil using the potato printing technique.

November 2024

Just using up, by weaving, scraps of watercolour and typewritten quotes.

December 2024.

Photoshop combination of two photographs of a December weekend. Firestone Bay at dawn and Glass Bricks at Battersea Power Station.

I always think my sketches are a bit random but this annual review makes me think that they are all linked in some way.

#1155 theoldmortuary ponders.

The extra blog. Twixtmas has run away with me, more ponders than time.  Our usual busy family Christmas has certain traditions, special foods and things to be done. On a smaller scale than usual we have hit most of the festive briefs

With one glaring error.

A big Christmas requires planning and early shopping starting in October. A smaller Christmas requires less planning and no early shopping. Or so I thought, but starting the shopping one week before Christmas was foolish. All supermarkets were out of stock of an essential festive snack.

My usual October haul.
My December haul.

Some things cannot be scaled back.

Me and cheese footballs go way back to a small Essex pub called The Red Cow.

It was my grandparents pub and stocked cheese footballs year round. Best enjoyed with Vimto in my past. And enjoyed now because of the past. ( I do know they are a bit of an acquired taste) I won’t miss out on them next year. Nobody from the pub years are alive anymore. Just me and Cheese footballs.

I suspect these ghosts of Christmas past, my mother and grandmother, standing here on the pub steps might think I was a little mad to continue to eat Cheese footballs . Not mad this year!

#1154 theoldmortuary ponders

If we are lucky twixtmas is a lull with a little more thinking time than the hurly burly of Christmas and the optimism or trepidation of moving gently into a new numerical year. Perhaps a time to appraise relationships both past and present. My blog hosts posed this question overnight. As we gather people close to us this is a hugely significant question.

What relationships have a positive impact on you?

I would say there are  three quality stages of relationships.

  1. Close / Loving.
  2. Intermediate with affection, respect or a combination of the two.
  3. Fleeting.

Of the three I would say only the last can be purely positive, or indeed purely negative.

All other relationships are a balance of  positive and negative impacts. Hugely positive relationships come with some inevitable negatives when people close to you break your heart in some way, not always intentionally. Intermediate relationships can be surprisingly lovely with less impactful negatives.Fleeting relationships  can be amazingly positive, the negative aspects more easily brushed off. 

Some relationships are negative all the way but circumstances force you to carry them around like a piece of pointless heavy luggage.

Twixtmas is a time to reflect on the texture of our relationships. Some regrets but a good balance of loveliness would seem to me to be the optimum choice for a positive impact. We all have to take the rough with the smooth to a certain degree because nobody is perfect or right for us all the time. Or us for them.

Sometimes dumping the pointless heavy luggage is just the absolute right decision and brings the joy of a negative action creating a positive outcome. Not always easy to do.

That is a good old waffle as I stare into the Christmas tree but the festive season often makes us confront some difficult thoughts alongside all the lovely positive ones, about people we share or have shared Christmas/ Life with. The luxury of the time to be able to consider relationships past and present, close or fleeting has a positive impact in itself.

P.s this blog was not written to be downbeat or forlorn. I may have struck a wrong note. I was simply observing that even the most lovely experience will have a piquancy of sadness if you are fully invested. When it ends for instance. And when a dreadful experience stops there is an uptick because the dreadful is gone.

#1153 theoldmortuary ponders.

Twixtmas Sunday

Is this peak twixtmas? Christmas has started to ebb away and the usual Sunday feelings of a new week ahead has the added frisson of a New Year to consider. My Saturday newspaper looked back. The Sunday newspaper, should I choose to buy one may well look forward. Meanwhile the mist/low cloud/ greige continues to cover our days. Which are also enhanced by the cold viruses we picked up from Merry Mingling over the festive season.

Happiness is knowing where the dry tissues are and making sure the soggy ones are not left in the pockets of garments destined for the washing machine.

Twixtmas comes but once a year, I love the informality and shape shifting of days that never quite know who or what they are. Punctuated at any moment by a snack or drink, sometimes normal year round fodder other times a giddy combination of festive left overs.

#1152 theoldmortuary ponders.

Boxing Day dawned with grey and grumpy weather but we made our way to Harlyn Bay with Turkey sandwiches and a flask of tea. The parking gods gave us this remarkable view from the back of our van. A trip to this beach is always on our festive tick list, this year the tradition had a special significance. Hugo, and by default Lola too, were going to be allowed off the lead to scamper about freely for the first time since Hugo was attacked in late October.

They were both giddy with freedom.

And more than happy to mingle with other dogs also off their leads/leashes.

They also managed excellent recall which is not always their finest moment when on this beach.

A happy endings story for Twixtmas.

#1151 theoldmortuary ponders.

Twixtmas, a magical week of slight discombobulation when no day is quite as it should be and the question on most peoples tongues is.

“What day is it actually today”

You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

With that in mind my perfect space for reading and writing is any space I find myself in. I just allow myself to dwell there a little longer during Twixtmas. I like Twixtmas with the extra ‘T’ after the X it gives the word a little more gravitas.

A vital time to recharge our winter batteries before 2025 gallops into view. Not that Christmas 2024 has left me depleted in any way. But Twixtmas is definitely a time to indulge whims and ponders.

The digital age has altered everything about reading and writing at home.

This box bureau in a 1960’s Ladderax unit holds everything I need  for actually writing  and my laptop for the digital stuff.

Rather trendily I perch on the sofa arm to replicate a standing desk.

But this blog, almost exclusively goes out from my smartphone. That makes my reading and writing space anywhere I choose it to be or where I find myself. Perfect in my opinion. I rarely have exclusive use, wherever I am and that suits me just fine.

#1150 theoldmortuary ponders

Boxing Day. Stillness after the flurries of festive activity and the  incremental excitement of the build up to Christmas Day.

I took this picture at 9pm at the end of a lovely Christmas Day with our family. These road and rail bridges carry people into and out of Cornwall. I love it when a great picture of them presents itself. Looking west to east always makes my heart sing, the thought of journeys from the county of Cornwall, across to Devon and on to the rest of the world always fills me with optimism. Big thoughts.

By contrast some of my seasonal small thoughts, ponders if you prefer, can be shared on this last ponder of the festive season.

The big, small one for me this year is the Sellotape question. How many human hours are lost around the world trying to find the end of the sellotape?

How do presents get mislocated by people like myself, who think they have a foolproof system. Obviously my system is not foolproof, but it is a matter of some bafflement that gifts simply disappear or end up with the wrong recipient.

Alcohol before breakfast, how is that ever acceptable? But yet an early morning Mojito was just the thing for Christmas morning. Surprisingly it was a crisp, bright reminder of high Summer . Zings of mint and lime dancing across my tongue on a day that always brings more weighty unctuous osensations.

Last day of 26 Days to Boxing Day. Z is for Christmas Books.

Thanks to author C Pam Zang neatly filling the  Z space with her surname.

Reading is the best thing about Boxing Day… and the chocolates of course. Happy Christmas one and all

#1149 theoldmortuary ponders

1 day to Boxing Day . Here we are on Christmas Day. To borrow a theme from Dickens.

Christmas past.

A 24 hour shift, a 300 mile drive and this is the only picture that survives from this Christmas Eve gathering 13 years ago. I suspect the fact that I am sat down suggests that I may not have been a hugely active party goer.

A similar era photograph of my children who are now fantastic parents themselves. Which moves us to Christmas present.

One of our small granddaughters taking Christmas morning one present at a time.

All of us, three generations are likely to be part of Christmas Future, but for now the future is just a ponder.

How are you creative?

My blogging and the images I create for the blog are a daily creative practice.

Which brings us to Y in 26 Days to Boxing Day.

Y for Yule! How lucky is that.

Yule runs from 21st December until 1st January. A traditional Pagan festival that has neatly been incorporated into the Christian Calendar.

Yule Log, Cornwall 2024.

#1148 theoldmortuary ponders.

Christmas Eve. 2 days before Boxing Day.

Who are the biggest influences in your life?

I knew the topic of this Christmas Eve blog  when I started the countdown to Boxing Day on December 1st. As it happens the planned blog melds rather comfortably with the prompt from my blog hosts. In fact the prompt focuses the mind somewhat.

I have a hierarchy of influencers/ influences in my life.

  1. All generations of my family that I know or have known.
  2. My Friends
  3. Books
  4. Music
  5. Colleagues and acquaintances
  6. People that I don’t like.

1,5 and 6 are beyond my control. They just happen to me.

This group becomes A.

2,3 and 4 are chosen, an echo chamber of my tastes and likes. This group becomes B.

Honestly so difficult to say which group is the greatest influence on me. I believe it is a healthy mix of both.

Pondering this is mind meandering. Give it a try if you have a few minutes over the festive season.

And so to X on 26 Days to Boxing Day and a late revelation of another factor in choosing ’26 Days to Boxing Day’. X on Christmas Eve is easy, Xmas. Christmas Day will be Y for Yule and Z will sort itself out on the Day.

Oh dear, how I dislike the abbreviation of Christmas down to a reductive Xmas. My apologies now but I find it such a difficult word to think about. It feels like that awful squeak of  chalk misdirected on a blackboard. I have chosen the bright colours on the blog inages to visually create that wince making sensation. The other word I dislike for the same reason is ‘kids’.

Sometimes and rather awfully those two words appear in the same lazy sentence at Christmas.

Happy Xmas to you and the kids.

Eughhh!

Happy Christmas to you and yours.

Same sentence, more or less, but much more comfortable. Or is that just me?

#1147 theoldmortuary ponders

4 days to Boxing Day.

Dawn was particularly vivid this morning. Chill and still and golden.

Mornings already seem brighter, mine felt particularly bright because I had already accomplished an early morning mundane Christmas shop.

The essentials of the festive season were sitting on my kitchen floor awaiting unpacking  after the sunrise.

And so on to W for 26 Days to Boxing Day. W is for Walls in London.

Flying teacups at Fortnum and Mason.

Sublimely mad.

Glass Brick wall at Battersea Power Station.

Stick them together and something W onderful happens to two walls.

And W hile I am at it W hy not stick a W all to W ater.