PAINTING FOR THE UNKRANIAN COMMUNITY HUB

My latest Project...

I was asked to paint a mural for the cafe in our local Ukranian community hub. I absolutely loved it! In addition I painted portraits of Zelensky and the poet Taras Shevchenko in Ukrainian colours.

This has kept me busy while also preparing for the local Christmas Art Exhibition...

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Poem this week...

Apedale Walk

A signposted track beneath a stormy-grey sky,

The hopeful bright blue, peeking through.

A slight drizzle dribbles, till dark clouds pass by.

Steadily treading along the tufted grassy path,

We are sheltered from showers under trees.

We struggle over roots and the muddy aftermath.

Across fields of cows watching, we are rambling

over slippery wooden style to grey gravelling,

onto the beaten stone and mud tracks unravelling.

Then under branches, back into a wooded bower,

Just in time before a torrential down pour,

Against the trees we cling to avoid the heavy shower.

Cowering beneath the trees, beneath the leaves,

We shelter briefly as best as we can,

And wait till the heaven brighten in the breeze.

Walk out to reveal the luscious fields of green,

a damp wind and distant misty impression,

behind, the path to show where we have been.

In front the man-made path through rumpled grass,

We make our way ahead through farmers’ fields,

Over styles, through hedges and gates we pass.

Beside the lanes the random growth of flowers instead

of thistles, stinging nettles and swaying grasses,

The joy of colour of wild flowers in their watered beds.

To the horizon, to dips and climbing hills,

tired, we traipse the endless winding trail,

back to the car. A satisfied walk, an outdoor thrill.

Beverley

Sep 231 min read

It's been a long time! Here's a catch up...

I now have four grandchildren and we travel to Pau, in France to visit our son and Essex to visit our daughter. This has not however prevented me from enjoying developing my art.

My writing is on hold at the moment except for the occasional poem, as I continue to sketch en plein air and paint. I am starting an MA in Fine Art this week and I am very excited...

I woke up with this poem in my head after reading on Facebook about a local church struggling for funds. I used to sing in the choir there, about 50 years ago and it bought back lots of memories...

I remember when the church was full,

And not just for weddings or a funeral.

Its heavy oak door and metal ring

that pulled you in,

and cold stone floor, with its own welcoming.

Stunning stein glass filtering,

colouring 'All Things bright & Beautiful.'

And within,

The choir sing such anthems and hymns,

With chords of music annointing our singing souls,

Brought forth by bells that chime in constant rhythm.

With our love of God and love for one another,

Out church, a beauty with its past,

We will treasure forever. '

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