An aged man is but a paltry thing,/ A tattered coat upon a stick, unless/ Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing/ For every tatter in its mortal dress,/ Nor is there singing school but studying/ Monuments of its own magnificence.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Lilies and poppies at Lytes Carey - Frederick
CREATIVE IMAGINATION
Is this going to be yet another display of ill-temper?
No, this is my normal cheerful self.
All right, then - go ahead.
Thank you. I just wanted to record some creative progress. In the kitchen I have at last perfected my recipe for Stuffed Baby Squid as a starter, which is full of seafood flavours, and has met with general approval. Details are available on request - I'm not secretive.
In the studio, I have just completed my first successful watercolour for some time, of lilies and poppies in the garden of Lytes Carey. A tricky subject, since I use only transparent colours, which excludes white pigment, and the lilies are pure white. I haven't even descended to the level of using masking fluid.
So you see that I am really an amiable soul - it's just other people I sometimes find unbearable. Don't you?
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