So glad it’s over. I see that this is the last week-end. Thank goodness. I got stuck with Widgets, beat myself up these last two weeks that I am so far behind, it gets worse each day.
I have filed all the ‘assignments’ and hopefully I will meet someone one day who understands it all. I don’t even think I have had anyone reading my blogs……so what is it all about???
On Thursday afternoons I pack up my keyboard and take myself off to our local Frail Care Centre to make music for the oldies. When I get there, the ladies and a few gents are already seated in THEIR places…….and woe betide anyone who sits in the wrong place.
We set up the keyboard, greet everyone with a hug and a little chat and then we sing to anyone who has or is having a birthday that week.
We have been fortunate to have had special books printed with songs that we found the old folk remembered. Vera Lynn songs from the war time, the younger oldies, know songs from the shows, and the even younger ones, identify with Andrew Lloyd Webers music…Some of it..
We had a break over Christmas and this week I went again. I was shattered to see one lady who had been hale and hearty two weeks before Christmas was wheeled in in a wheel chair. This particular lady always looked as though she had stepped out of a magazine. At 96 she still dressed beautifully, hair always perfect and a lovely smile when you greeted her. She was quite lucid and could hold an intelligent conversation. A real gem.
It was such a shock to see her this week. Apparently she had fallen in her bedsitter a couple of times and now had to be moved into Frail Care proper. From a room with all her belongings and precious things, to a room no more than 2.5m x2.5m. containing a bed a straight chair a table and a cupboard. All this on the south side of the building with no sun and a view of another building. ZERO stimulation. What can they do except stare at the ceiling? SUCH a sadness to see someone regress like that.
The nurse aide seated her in her usual chair. She did not know why she was there or what she should do. Eventually we started singing. At first she was miles away, later I noticed the foot tapping and before the end of the sing-song she was joining in with the songs she knew. What a blessing it is to be able to share with them and love them. It truly is a case of: “If music be the food of love…play on!”
Once upon a time there was a old lady who had an art exhibition in our local Mall. One of the paintings, portrayed a market scene from a foreign land, or rather a SOUK for a better name. The old lady had been given a photo of the local Souk by her daughter who lived in Bahrain. With a little artist’s licence, a very bright painting was created.
One day a lovely young lady came into the exhibition to look at a painting which her mother had seen a few days before. As an artist, one is inclined to not take too much notice of the “I will be backs”.
BUT this young lady and her mom were of a special breed. They belonged to the “We will really come back” group. … and they did.
Their wall was large and the painting was small, so what to do?
Always willing to be of assistance, the old lady went home and did the ‘Googling’ thing.
Such lovely photos of Souks all over the world.
One is transported to exotic places, you can actually smell the spices and hear the sounds of very foreign languages. The sight of the beautiful fabrics and woven carpets, the huge clay vessels which could hide an Ali Bhaba if necessary. What a lovely commission to have to undertake.
To cut a long story short, here is a photo of the painting hanging in its rightful place. – (or would have been if I had been able to copy and paste the photo my collector sent me).
Hot sun, colourful fabrics, spicy smells and eastern music. A trip to foreign lands.
I can take you to most places on this planet by just painting the picture, no queues, no passports, no airport taxes, no airline food or people coughing in your face, – at a fraction of the expense. Travel with me.
It’s Never Too Late to Start Painting OR Blogging.
Who am I? I am 75 years old. Nearly 76 and counting – with little grey cells that are still functioning more or less well.
I am now what is referred to as a “Serious Artist” and love what I do. I live on a small farm outside White River- which is a small town close to the Kruger National Park in South Africa.
I started off qualifying as a pharmacist and enjoyed loving the customers , but the hassles with medical aids became a nightmare and at the age of 60, in 2000, I eventually threw in the towel and retired from the profession.
At this time, I happened to meet Estelle Hartley at the hairdressers and we got chatting. When I asked her what she did, she said, “I teach art”. Never in all my 60 years had I ever considered doing ‘art’. BUT, a little still small voice said, “DO IT!”. To this day I am sure that it was a message from above, because I have been blessed out of my socks since starting my painting career.
After taking lessons from her for 6 years, she left the area and I was on my own. By accident I ended up teaching a slightly disabled young man and it just grew from there. So now I teach adults and learn from each lesson.
Living in a small town with no gallery and the public much more interested in sport, cycling, running, rugby etc. etc. etc. , there is not much interest in the cultural things. So: One’s next opportunity is to get out into the World Wide Web. Hoping that there are collectors just waiting to snap up my masterpieces. One can but hope, but with no line in the water, the chances of catching a fish is someone thwarted.
When I saw this “Blogging Course, offered, I had to jump at it. Maybe my old brain will eventually understand the words, Tag, Meta, SEO and all the rest. Quite a challenge.
I do believe that there is no such thing as co-incidence and my only regret is that I did not start this wonderful ‘ art-career” much earlier. I really do now love my work and look forward to many more years to grow my passion.
I am very blessed to have the most amazing supportive husband to encourage me. I feel that to start the year off with this challenge to be blogging can only be stimulating and hopefully produce fruit.
Thank you for getting this far. May we have a happy relationship and hopefully you will enjoy sharing my art.
There should be a law prohibiting 75 year-olds to try to make their own website. This little excercise has taken 10 years off my life. We are from a generation where being ‘gay’ was describing a joyful, full of life person. Not so today. The word ‘cool’ meant that you were not hot. Not so today. So forgive me if I do not understand Mega Tags and SEO and another hundred words of the same ilk.
BUT ….there is light at the end of the tunnel! I have met a very special girl, Sumarie, who has had endless patience with me and never complained when I changed my mind over and over.
What you now see on my website is thanks to her.
Let’s hope that this blog can at least be published, Then I have reached Step 2 – which is to be able to put photos of my paintings on the world wide web for all to see. Quite amazing this technology.
Do you also battle with this? If so let’s chat.