Dilemma

I'm trying to do my own work as an artist but it's not exactly fast progress. I'm doing one lady's portrait, she's not available for another sitting until July 4th, and I only get a few hours in the week to do the work.
I've been considering doing some teaching and I could probably do that very part time. But the other thing I have looked at is using art therapy with dementia patients, a post which has been advertised. The only thing is, when you look into some of the behaviours associated with dementia it's clearly a demanding role.
I have read of wandering, abuse hurling, physical things etc.
Yet art and music are known to help sufferers and are used to stimulate the parts of the mind that are still accessible.
Just mulling it all over, really.
So often, when people teach, they say their own work goes out the window. Yet creativity is essentially there to share.

Guys and perfect buns

When I arrived at oil painting class today, I groaned when I found out it was a life class. Drawing the figure is just the most difficult, tedious thing. (I think).
But when I found out the model was a guy, not that old, and in fact he had a great body and was to post naked in a "manly" pose, I perked up considerably.
Luckily, I had the back view, and the model really did have a perfect behind, almost as though it had been carved.
Not that I told him that, though.

Banning negative thoughts

I just had a negative thought and then quickly banished it, as instructed to do by the Secret. Also, my anti-sadness thought at the moment is to picture Vince from the Mighty Boosh (aka Noel Fielding) in his platforms saying: "Hi, Gary," to Gary Numan.

Summing up the Secret

Finally got around to watching The Secret, that film about "getting what you want in life."
Actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought, although it could be summed up in two words: Think Positive.
I liked the idea of focussing on something that you want and then visualising it. I decided to try something achievable, like a fitness drive, so a picture of Elle MacPherson is going on the fridge. The idea being, my figure starts to look like hers..

And God Created Woman

At sculpture today I had to model a Brigitte Bardot pose for a lady who's sculpting her. It was a sultry, seated pose when Brig was in her heyday. Tough act to follow, but an excuse to buy capri pants and kitten heels.

Farewell Lucy all my love xxx

Hello darkness my old friend

It's horrible right now. I'm waiting three hours until the vet comes to put Lucy, my 16 year old collie mix, to sleep.
Old age, arthritis and incontinence has taken a grip. She came into our lives when I was still a young thing, even before having children. She used to love collecting sticks and annoying builders and all visitors with them in her younger days, depositing them gently at people's feet.
She was Lucy Dog when the kids were little, not the brightest dog (it was the red setter in her) she would bark at nothing for hours sometimes.
But fun, warm and lively, lots of happy memories.