The Blythe Valley nature reserve surrounding the industrial estate is being turned into housing. Green net fences billow in the wind over rain-filled hollows.
My guitar teacher is a sucker for Brazilian rhythms, though her interests span the globe. I am currently working on both the melody and accompaniment to a pair of Brazilian songs “Minha Jangada” and “Praia do Janga” running back to back with change of key between. The first of these is on this wonderfully pixellated monochrome video, which feels like a possible source for further artwork. Previously, I was learning two Klezmer pieces written by Josi Hartmann in commemoration of the Holocaust, one of which is here. My taking up guitar later in life led my wife to do what she had dreamed of from a child and learn to play the flute.
Zen Brush 2 app, iphone 7, fingers.
Now the warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout
And all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow
They’ve got the urge for going and they’ve got the wings so they can go
Words from “Urge for Going“, Joni Mitchell, 1966
A melancholy song, but from simpler time when threat of apocalypse might be a foolish press on a button, not near certainty from the ordinary actions of each of us, daily, just living our lives.
A long time with little drawing, save these sketches on a simple app on the iphone. Most are abstract, reflecting my moods and thoughts. Only one of these relates directly to our having lost our European citizenship and soon to be rights and trading partners, for a bright new future as supplicants of American corporations.