All made of Stars

Not so long ago, you may remember I drew a sketch, of this half animal, half human. I played around with it digitally and promised I would return to it. So now I have. This is a painting on wood.
                                                                  'All made of stars'

I also returned to other sketches done at the same time.
I often write words down, in a little notebook I keep. Random words that sometimes pop into my head and  sentences that inspire a picture, especially like to creep into my head in the dark hours past midnight when I should be in bed asleep,  instead I  find these are the hours where most of my ideas for work appear.
Words from my notebook....
                                                  Most can see, but many are blind
                                                  Many can hear, but most are deaf
                                            "Remember to open your eyes" said the fox

                                                   'Remember to open your eyes, said the fox'

Or...  'From the light we all came' ?  I'm not decided on the title of this piece yet?........
 I will be making prints of these very soon. First I will have to get them scanned in town though, as my scanner is broken and I haven't got around to buying another yet. (another job on the 'to do' list) Hopefully I should get them done by next week.
In the garden already nature is making preparations for next years fruit. The catkins are decorating the hazel tree.

There are still leaves that are not ready to fall. After all they were late arriving this year. 

 And only 25 days, until the days begin to get lighter again.
I will leave you with a song that I had on repeat whilst painting these pictures.  Beautiful video too.

She loved The Moon so dearly

I woke up and the world outside was dark, all so quiet before the dawn, opened up the door and walked outside, the ground was cold. I walked until I couldn't walk anymore, to a place I'd never been. There was something stirring in the air, in front of me, I could see more than this, more than this, so much more than this. There is something else there ~ Peter Gabriel

November mists have arrived. In the morning when the day is new and filled with promise they linger until the sun finds strength to burn them away. They return quietly when the fires are lit and the blackbird has a belly full from a days feasting on red ripe holly berries. They stay throughout the night, silently softening the edges of the bright moon.

It's at this time of year that I always somehow feel the unknown close. Beyond our vision, somewhere in the in between places the feeling that there is more than this is strong. I saw it in the hundreds of spiders webs caught in the wind, in a field up on the hill. And in the donkey that in the light looked as if it could be a unicorn in disguise. 

I see it in the white sunlight on thin leaves. 

 And in the birds.

                                                                   ~*~
I am having a little break from making wooden hangers now until the Spring and instead will concentrate on paintings. Below is my most recent work, painted on a slice of wood that I had. This idea had been in my sketchbook for a while and the shape and piece of wood suited it perfectly I felt. 

                                          'She loved The Moon so dearly' 

Prints of this piece are available in my Etsy shop here

A mild start to November

I saw a wasp and a butterfly on Monday and there is a pink rose blooming in the garden. Hard to believe it is November now. But it is and the apples have all blown from the two trees. So far I have made chutney, apple pie and fresh juice but there are still two bucketfuls in the kitchen to use up.
I have had to put my little heater on a few times in my workroom, but so far the weather has been kind and it's wonderful to be outside watching the twilight fall early and the Autumn light play tricks with the shadows and reflections.

 I captured these shadows in the greenhouse, they remind me of old photographs.

There is no sign of frost yet and the lavender still has flower.

But the leaves are falling...

from the great giants, in the field behind the willow herb.

and the holly is reminding everyone what time of year it is.

I've been busy making things to restock my Etsy shop. New items will be added tonight at 9.30pm (uk time)

I won't show everything, but here are a few items that will be making their way there.

                                                                           ~*~

 So who had a sparkler last night then?  The best firework, pretty, but no noise.
 I did.  ;)

That November night, looking up into the sky, 

You said, 

"Hey, wish that was me up there-- 
It's the biggest rocket I could find, 
And it's holding the night in its arms 
If only for a moment. 
I can't see the look in its eyes, 
But I'm sure it must be laughing." 

But it seemed to me the saddest thing I'd ever seen, 
And I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing. 

I saw only a stick on fire, 
Alone on its journey 
Home to the quickening ground, 
With no one there to catch it. 

I put on my pointed hat 
And my black and silver suit, 
And I check my gunpowder pack 
And I strap the stick on my back. 
And, dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge-- 
Nobody seems to see me. 
Then, with the fuse in my hand, 
And now shooting into the night 
And still as a rocket, 
I land in the river. 

Was it me said you were crazy? 
I put on my cloudiest suit, 
Size 5 lightning boots, too. 

'Cause I am a rocket 
On fire. 
Look at me go, with my tail on fire, 
With my tail on fire, 
On fire. 
Hey, look at me go, look at me...

Kate Bush ~Rockets tail