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A milky sunset to say farewell to May. Where did that month go. Normally my favourite month, this year May has felt shorter and less productive than usual. I think my dissatisfaction is just weather-related. First World problems!

The hard graft in our yard is done . Everything is back in place and just tomatoes and courgettes to be planted into their summer positions.

There is an element of both fantasy and fact with our back yard.

Very firmly rooted on the Devon coast, we have learned over three years that Mediterranean planting is the way to be successful in the yard.

The fantasy.

Open fencing/ trellis on the walls has given us the height for climbers. In the week since the work was finished stray climbing plants have found their way into our garden from friends and a new Wisteria has been bought. My finger hovers over a Bougainvillea on a nursery website. To be honest my finger hovers over a lot of things. A great big bucket of exterior white paint might actually be the most sensible starting point. Or I could take the fantasy to a whole new level and lose some of the walls.

Which would be a waste of good trellis. So for June, a bucket or two of white paint it is. Welcome June.

#934 theoldmortuary ponders

I don’t paint people much, which is strange as I find people fascinating.  I don’t think I have any more planned exhibitions for 2024, so I could set myself a summer project. The few people I can pull out of the digital or even real-world portfolio are all thinking about something.

Maybe that is my thing, I hadn’t realised. Even a pair of dancers are not truly engaged with one another or the viewer. Lost in their individual worlds despite being physically dependent on one another.

Even my recent cold water swimmer is lost within the tiles of the shower.

The more I look the more pensive people I find. Storm Agnes, raging but full of thought.

There is even a portrait of me in our hallway , pondering.

©Peter Orock

Seems that pondering is a creative theme. I had no idea!

P s In the interests of research I went in search of a painting that has been stored here for many years.

My first portrait from my Foundation degree, hiding in lofts, attics and barns for 25 years or so.

In one of life’s uncanny twists, I discovered recently that my DNA is 10% Viking. But that is not particularly important to this ponder. I seem to have always liked people in my paintings to be deep in thought. A point worth pondering I think

#930 theoldmortuary ponders

©Jay Harper

Last day of the exhibition. 4 days  of visitors and memories.

Just enough time to share a few final pictures, before the unsold works are bundled up in bubble wrap and returned to the artists.

©Gay Kent
©Mary Tune
©Stu Anderson
©Ian Penrose
©Sylvia Hofflund
©Lynn Saunders
©Lucy Griffiths
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©Daphne Leeworthy

Onward now to the next exhibitions of 2024.

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© Rosie Allan- Perdikeas

All that glistens will lead us through the second to last live blog of the Spring exhibition. Although it may not be obvious in my photos, all these works have a little bit of twinkle about them.

©Jane Lee

Today is the last day of the exhibition at The Market Hall, Devonport. An exhibition worth driving the extra mile for. Free parking, great architecture, and a cafe to natter in.

©Alan Dax

The visitors so far, have loved our new choice of venue and for many it is their first time at a Drawn to the Valley event.

©Jillian Morris

The 360 degree, Dome projection room was buzzing during the Private View.

©Kathy Lovell

Sometimes a shaft of sunlight catches someones work and the twinkle becomes fascinating.

©Stuart Morrissey

From the Industrial to the delicate.

©Alison Freshney

And for some final twinkle.

©Anne Payne

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©Nuala Taylor

Following a trail of white to a Private View. Drawn To The Valley held their 20th Anniversary Private View, last night at the Devonport Market Hall.

Art featuring white will lead us to the event.

©Maggie Lintell
©John Dixon

The sun was shining all day before the Private View, Devonport felt almost Mediterranean.

©Sarah Grace

Daytime guests slipped away and snacks unpacked for the evening event.

©Judy Harrington

Huge congratulations must go to the organising team of this fabulous exhibition, the building team, the committee and the artists who are participating.

20 years of supporting and encouraging artists and makers in the Tamar Valley has built a diverse and talented organisation. Ready to move into the next 20 years.

#927 theoldmortuary ponders.

Live blogging/pondering from an  art exhibition with a theme of turquoise, inspired  by the plaque on Devonport Market Hall. So many artists love turquose this is not a difficult task.

© Rosemary Wood

Art lovers also love turquoise. Although I didn’t catch any turquoise wearing visitors today.

© Jane Athron

But an artist, Anne Blackwell Fox , wearing turquoise,was in the building when I took this picture, entitled Emergence

Anne Blackwell-Fox

The last two turquoises are significantly different to one another, but they both feature missing triangular chunks. Perhaps the bigger significance is that they almost mark the top and bottom of the Drawn to the Valley geographical  boundary

©Rebecca Guttridge

Shelstone Tor on the Northern boundary of Dartmoor and an abstract representing the sea at the southern end.

©Christine Smith

#925 theoldmortuary ponders.

Live blogging on the theme of Orange.

Drawn to the Valley, Artist and Makers Group has become very plugged-in to the Arts and Making culture of Plymouth, in recent years. The current Spring Exhibition opened this morning in a new-to-us venue. The Market Hall Devonport.

I will be here a few times so I thought choosing a colour theme would keep things spicy and interesting. My apologies to artists whose Orange moments have not been captured. The reflections in this magnificent exhibition space are quite tricksy. Hopefully you will get your colour moment in a different hue.

First up Jayne( Poster Girl) Ashenbury.

©Jayne Ashenbury

Next, Michael Jenkins Satsumas.

© Michael Jenkins

Just gorgeous when served with Debra Parkinson’s ducks.

©Debra Parkinson

Which in turn might interest a ginger cat.

©Steve Savage

Or even a leopard.

©Ali Fife Cook

Now  there is a small struggle to find a link from a Leopard to an Opium poppy but Tibet comes to mind, thank goodness.

©Neil Mawdsley

And the link for the last Orange of the blog is Orange edges.

©Nuala Taylor

And just for orange sake. The seat where I wrote this and a visitor serendipitously provided a pop of orange.

#923 theoldmortuary ponders.

Thursday already. It has been a busy week @theoldmortuary. Two days of a man with power tools building a trellis wall extension for us and prepping for an exhibition.

Bags lined up ready to go.

Hugo has been doing a lot of soulful eye work as there has not often been time for a lap to sit on. Also not much time to ponder on ponders and ponderables.

One thing that came and was largely unremarked upon, was the curious 12 hours on Saturday and Sunday when we were suddenly without a signal or any wi-fi. We were camping near Looe and communication was lost locally, nobody could use their phones. There was no problem at all for us, but it is odd how guilty I felt at being inexplicably unreachable without warning.

Something entirely normal only a few years ago.

Clearing and sorting 4 years worth of emails, over the last few days, has also highlighted how much communication we all have with one another now, compared to even our recent past. A nicely sorted and deleted email account is curiously liberating. Spring cleaning of my electronic soul.

A midweek pondering at midnight that has become all about communicating both ancient and modern. Dogs have looked at humans, in the same way that Hugo is looking at me in the first picture, throughout history. Stone Age humans and their dogs, and every other age since would understand what was going on in that picture. 

Just as everyone reading this blog understands the joy that the last picture brings me.

But the doleful dog eyes will go on as long as there are humans and dogs. Emails will, soon enough,be consigned to history. Just as parchment scrolls and quills have been. That is quite the ponder.

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Late blog, I am so flaky if I miss my early morning slot. Here we are mid -afternoon and what to ponder?

I can celebrate that I have cleared a backlog of 27,000 emails. Woo Hoo! Now to do this accurately has taken me two days. How do people clearing emails for naughty reasons, for instance Governments or big business, do it so quickly?

Our yard now has a fabulous trellis extension ready to accommodate climbing plants and deter our neighbours cats, chickens and other unwanted creatures, from using the wall as a super highway. Pictures will follow when I have moved all our plants back into their growing positions.

I could be all giddy and excited and start it now but I have paintings to sort out and pack up for delivery to an exhibition tomorrow.

Stonehouse Fruits

The exhibition space has a 360 degree film projection dome. Our paintings will be projected on a massive scale , which is very exciting. This little painting will be about 12 feet square. That is going to be surreal!

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A milky sunset after a giddy day in new glasses.  As a lifelong glasses wearer, I am used to the day when trusted old glasses are replaced by a new prescription and new frames. I never quite trust that I have made a good decision on the frames until they have been on my face for a few hours. Yesterday there was the added jeopardy of me deciding to change the ratio of my varifocal lenses and a much bigger prescription change than I have had for a long time. I was very happy with all things spectacle until my crisply restored vision alighted on these new beauties.

Ray Ban Smart Sunglasses

Smart glasses!  Glasses that can be like a smart phone, taking photos and making calls!!!

Oh My Goodness. @theoldmortuary becomes a 21st Century blogger. Photos and a dictated blog with just a subtle nod of the head and some talking out loud to myself.

Madness x Awe.

Meanwhile a traditionally gathered milky sunset ends a giddy day of adjusting to new lenses and the thoughts of Smart Sunglasses. Maybe next time.