Stella. Norwich-bound train from Cambridge, Aug 9th 2014.
We started talking when Stella saw me show the conductor the train ticket on my phone. She’s fascinated at the idea of paperless ticket.
Stella was born in 1940, grew up during and after World War Two. Remembered the rations. Her husband died when he was 40, and Stella never remarried nor dated anyone else since. She has two sons, a daughter, and a granddaughter. She hasn’t spoken to her daughter in five years, but visits her son and granddaughter almost every weekend. She used to work for the rail network, but is now retired. He lives in Norwich, she in Cambridge. Stella has colon cancer, and has been told that she has one year left to live. ‘I’m fine, though. I’m seventy-four, I’ve had a great life. I’m going to enjoy what’s left to the fullest. That’s why I smile to people all the time,” she said. “People think I’m crazy, and I am crazy. I’m crazy about life!”.
Stella has had thirty-two dogs in her life so far, most of them rescues. At the moment she has two, and a cat. She works with another lady, saving abandoned and mistreated dogs from Cambridge and surrounds. She loves animals, and is a vegetarian. She has been having tea regularly for the past thirty years with her next door neighbour, who doesn’t love animals and hardly has anything in common with her. Yet the two has a special friendship. She gets Stella’s medicine for her when she was too weak during cancer treatment. They are loyal to each other in their own way.
During the half-hour train ride, we talked about animals, and how much we both love pigs. A man overheard our conversation and pointed out several pig farms we rode past along the way. We gawked and giggled.
"Do you know,’ Stella said,’this is the best train ride I’ve ever had. I have never met anyone who feels the same way about animals as I do. It’s so lovely talking to you!’
Likewise, Stella. Someday I hope to be as positive and strong as you are!
Singing double bassist.
Came home today to this in our building’s courtyard. His name is ‘AG’, he’s belting out some tune with his amazing voice. Said he’s having trouble playing because his middle finger is hurt. ‘I just got this today,’ he said proudly when I told him that thing he’s playing is such a beauty. I hope to run into him again sometime soon.
Swans and Cygnets, watercolour on paper, Jun 2014
Sunday sketching. Can’t get this image outta my head. I blame Robert Ball’s #beautifuldeath illustrations for #GameofThrones.
Life drawing sketches from the last 2 weeks.
When you are walking somewhere in wilderness, have you ever thought of hidden magical things lurking about un-noticed afoot? Don’t make a sound…and look closer…perhaps you’ll catch a lovely scene like this unfolding right by that old tree in the glade..
This silly old filly
Without using a facsimile
Wants to wish all that would hear
A Very Happy Lunar New Year!
For both young and old,
Lots of luck, money, and gold.
And for those with enough wealth,
May all year round you have good health!
Inspired by Matthew Bourne’s Swan Lake. I loved the movement and costumes of the chorus girls who performed as the Prince’s maids in the first act. Dressed in stark black-and-white, with their red lips and bouncy wigs, striding in a dynamic stacatto across the stage. In the last act, they took on the roles of the Prince’s nursing team, standing in a formation, casting long, menacing shadows on the stage’s back wall, lit by a harsh spotlight. Truly one of the best performances I have seen !
Leda and The Swan. #drawing
A doodle. #hand #pen #ink
'Flood' #watercolour on #paper