#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!