This mornings walk in the drizzle to the fishy ponds. Hoping to see some froglets or tadpoles but just one very still frog that refused to jump even when Hazel prodded it with her finger. Maybe it was stunned?
A kind of diary, a log, a ramble, nothing to do with the Flowerpot Men. My life as an artist, a collagist, a rubber stamper, a networker, a collector of all sorts , a letter writer and a postcard maker. Observations about this and that in no particular order.
I grew up in the home counties around London during the 50's and 60's. Went to several art schools including Southend ,Chelsea and Manchester. Trained as a painter and printmaker but now mostly using collage. Collect postcards and old mail art amongst other things too numerous to mention.
2 comments:
The frog was probably too chilled to react. Was it chilly out?
Thanks for your interest. No, not particularly cold - a bit drizzly. I guess he'd just got up and was feeling a bit dozy - I don't blame him!
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