.....or mistakes, mishaps and bird poo!
Knowing that you, my regular readers, are a very intelligent bunch I thought I'd impress you with a bit of Latin. I got an 'O' Level GSCE in Latin which I must say has been very useful throughout my working life......yeah right. It means "woe is me!" in English or "bugger it!" in Yorkshire. The reasons for my dismay are twofold. Against my better judgement I submitted to exhibit in the Wolds Open which is held at the Pocklington Art Centre. It's a good venue and seemed like a good idea at the time so I was pleasantly surprised when they accepted two of my paintings for the show. I was sent full details of what's what including delivery times. Somehow I managed to get mixed up with the dates and ended up missing the deadline for delivery of said paintings for the show. This means that 'Wild Roses on the Wolds' will definitely not be in the exhibition. Now you will rightly dismiss that as not bad luck but neglect on my part to which I gladly hold up my hand.
However my second cause for dismay is definitely not down to me. When I went into my studio yesterday I found a baby starling. It had somehow managed to get trapped in there overnight.It was obviously terrified but as soon as I opened a window it flew off seemingly none the worse for the experience probably heading post haste for the fat balls on our bird table. However it did leave behind one or two (or three or four) reminders of my unasked for hospitality. I'm sure you can already guess where one of these little mementos ended up. Yup...slap bang in the centre of a recently finished painting waiting to be framed. I can absolutely confirm that watercolour paint does not react well with bird droppings. Ah well perhaps the starling was just 'sharing' its opinion of the painting. Back in the studio today if I dare. See you soon.
However my second cause for dismay is definitely not down to me. When I went into my studio yesterday I found a baby starling. It had somehow managed to get trapped in there overnight.It was obviously terrified but as soon as I opened a window it flew off seemingly none the worse for the experience probably heading post haste for the fat balls on our bird table. However it did leave behind one or two (or three or four) reminders of my unasked for hospitality. I'm sure you can already guess where one of these little mementos ended up. Yup...slap bang in the centre of a recently finished painting waiting to be framed. I can absolutely confirm that watercolour paint does not react well with bird droppings. Ah well perhaps the starling was just 'sharing' its opinion of the painting. Back in the studio today if I dare. See you soon.
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