Stockpiling for Brexit

The British love a  fairly good excuse
To buy more toilet paper   for their loos
Also more detergent  and some spice
Nutmeg is so great for killing lice

Don’t run out of turmeric, my dear
Its absence from my kitchen causes fear
Weetabix, a  thousand   boxes stored
With  dried milk in  tins that  men abhorr/adore

Buy some frozen  fish and thaw them out
Gratitude  brings   harmony, no doubt
Take the fish out in a golden bowl
If it’s cracked  then they might escape whole

I guess you’d better buy some bags of flour
Sifting those will pass a merry hour

The gaps we fear

 

The drawing I did using Pixlr  online photo editor

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http://www.janandcoragordon.co.uk/

I recall now that I first came across ideas about gaps when studying art and what stops us from making it. Jan and Cora Gordon’s writing and Marion Milner’s books mention this.Even the best artists must have the experience of working on and even completing a work and finding that it is not what they had hoped for.
Certainly for beginners it can be very depressing and may be the reason why many people who did poorly at art in school never try again… as they felt this gap very painfully.But as with many of the painful aspects of life,it is better to accept and honour the gap.Strangely when we look back at some of our work we may find it has much more in it than we saw at the time.But wanting some pre-conceived notion of perfection we fail to notice the value of what we did in reality.
That may be true on other realms of life such as personal relationships.So don’t get divorced yet!

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Turner’s late work was thought by some to be a sign of madness.This doesn’t mean our daubs are the next great advance in Art or Writing…. but we may need to be more tolerant of ourselves and our productions whilst also being genuinely critical or open to other’s helpful criticism.

Note on Marion Milner

“She was also a talented painter, and in On Not Being Able to Paint (1950) she wrote an important book on creativity and on some of the forces that prevent it. As with so much of her writing, she was not afraid to reveal herself. Her authorial voice was itself an instance of her view that “the internal gesture needed is to stand aside”. The Hands of the Living God (1969), an account of a 20-year analysis, also focused on drawings and doodles, this time her patients’.” From her obituary

Compelled by Turner’s hand

The arts are a  real danger to my bones
Picasso drawings make my legs  give way
No, my dear,I  never  went when stoned
But only when  the Turner seas would sway

Deal to Dover, we walked  on white cliffs
Wildflowers in the grass our bodies kissed
Hot sun stopped  our joints from growing stiff
For too long we   had this seascape  missed .

Margate  homes his  Gallery  so fine
The edge of England,  complex Thanet skies
See  the whirling paint deride outlines
Mist floats out ,enveloping the eyes

Grasp the arm of  strong and   trusty man
Before you  drift ,  compelled by Turner’s hand