30 Degrees of Art

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Twas a dark and dreary evening as I ventured up the dreaded A470 from Junction 32 all the way up to Tttreefffooorest. I was driving mother’s large pea-coloured camper van up to the end of year art exhibition along with my brother-in-law and reasonably pregnant sister.

We arrived at the university only for me to be berated by an angry and un-umbrellad sister for parking so far away. Nevertheless as keen rookies of the art world we battled on through the torrent of falling water and made it to the gallery space.

Now you’ve got to mind these arty types because they’re a bit funny at times, which is why I had to refrain from making a joke about the pile of wet coats and umbrellas in the hallway being someone’s installation.

The place was rammed. Now I’ve been to some art galleries in my time but never one that…

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Diary of A frustrated Artist

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Diary of A frustrated Artist

I am drawing and painting for my own pleasure, its been so long since I had the time to do it. I am a little rusty but practice makes perfect. It is my hope to get a collection together and have something to show, who knows some one may even ask me to paint for them?
I hope so cos the cupboard looks pretty bare, such is the life of an ex student. I passed by the way with a high-class 2/1 so i am rather happy. Today by way of a small celebration I am making a summer fruit pudding with fruit picked from my lovely friend Helen garden. I shall refrain from the obligatory cream however as I have waged war on my ample fat and this time its personal!!!! watch this space.