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Well, Did You Guess…?

I think you did.

I hope you did.

I’d be so pleased if you did.

My latest poortrait was of Dame Edna herself, possums! Reading through your comments, I think you all gathered it was her anyway, but I just had to confirm it!

The photo I used for reference is the one in the middle. The first image is the un-tweaked painting, hardly becoming for a housewife megastar the such of Dame E., so I had to give it a little sparkle…

I shall be painting another poortrait soon… and who knows… it may be watercolour once again… or it may be acrylics on canvas. Canvas! I’m getting bold! Oh me. Oh my…!


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It’s Poortrait Time!

As I’m having such a good time using my digital oil painting program, I thought it was about time I did another poortrait.

Now, long time visitors know that I’m hopeless at portraits, but I like to have a go every now and then. They tend to turn out more like caricatures than portraits, but I don’t mind that. And as stars go, this one is way up there! Oops – don’t want to give the game away just yet!

The question, as always, is just who is this poortrait meant to be of? Hazard a guess and leave who you think it is in the comments.

I will let slip the true identity in about a week’s time. As usual, I will not be offended by any incorrect guesses.


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Letters to the Universe… The Birth and Rebirth Edition

Dear Friday,
You certainly come around fast, don’t you? Not that I’m complaining, as it means the weekend is here once again… and I do love the weekend! Will I be trying something new this weekend or sticking with the same ol’ same old? Let’s just see what happens shall we? But Friday… it is good to see you again!

Dear Raili,
I just had to send you a little letter of Gratitude via the Universe. I’ve thanked you for your Soul Gift through email, and through my blog, so the final stage of thanks has to be through the Universe as well. As we know, the Universe is always listening!

Dear Dark Nights,
Since the clocks went back an hour at the weekend, the dark nights are most certainly drawing in now. Perfect time to grab a little notebook and pen and scribble down ideas. Any idea. Anything that comes to mind. The next great story has to begin somewhere. Let the light shine through the darkness, as it were!

Dear Artistic Side,
I refer you to the previous letter! Scribbling like that may ignite a spark of inspiration in you, and you never know, there may be another watercolour painting on the horizon!

Dear The Weather,
I can see you are teasing us with your chilled evenings. At least the mornings aren’t covered in a layer of frost just yet, but it won’t be long before you get your way. Winter’s birth is just around the corner.

Dear The Word Apoptosis,
What a wonderful sounding word you are, but your meaning of ‘death of cells which occurs as a normal and controlled part of an organism’s growth’ sounds slightly gruesome. That said, you allow new cells to grow, rebirth, so I think you are a word of celebration!

Dear Hallowe’en,
So, you came and went in a flash once again, didn’t you? At least this blog has returned somewhat back to normal (whatever that is around these here parts!) Thinking about it though, it’s a good thing we aren’t permanently stuck in that Hallowe’en state. You’re fun for the day / week / month, but we must return to normal at some point. Until next year!

Dear Backache,
It’s such a relief that you have left me again. I know you only ached upon standing, but your arrival was at a slightly inconvenient time, I have to say. Still, if you hadn’t called by, I wouldn’t be feeling as good as I do now, and would probably be taking things for granted. So in an odd way, thank you for your visit.

Dear Sweet And Sour Sauce With Egg Fried Rice,
Can I just say how you brought my taste buds back to life earlier this evening!? You were the epitome of deliciousness. Yum. Yum! YUM!!!

And Finally, Dear Winter Television Schedulers,
I don’t spend a lot of time in front of the television, but at the times I do settle down to watch something, it can be rather frustrating when you schedule two or three good programmes on different channels at the same time. Yes, I know I can record one of the programmes, but the whole point of not having a lot of time to sit in front of the TV should really give a bit of a clue that I don’t have time to watch what I’ve recorded… Could I ask that you schedule things a little better, just so they flow with each other a little better? That way, those of us who are caught up in this bizarre time vortex stand a little chance to see something?

Thank you for reading.

P.S. Here’s a picture of the sky:

Well, if there is one thing that is constantly changing, it’s the sky. This picture has been tweaked slightly, to enhance the colours, but that seems to make it become more alive.


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Wordle: Longing

Emotions flow like rivers
Epic thoughts blow in and out in gusts
List after list of questions or needs appear
Should I? Shouldn’t I?
I hesitate.
Would you?
Feelings dump themselves upon me
Trying to hammer home what they need
What I need
It’s late and I can’t think straight
Dreams too come into the frame
Give me a sense of what it could be like
But
No.
I must protect myself

Like I would you, if only you knew.


 

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Wordle: Special Delivery

The band played loudly as the secret agent made his way to the back of the smoke-filled bar. His way was blocked by a thuggish-looking doorman.
“Why should I let you through?” He asked, menacingly.
The spy laughed in contempt, holding open the bag he was carrying to reveal the contents to the doorman. Not one word did he utter.
“Good answer.” The doorman pushed open the heavy door to let the man in the over-sized overcoat walk through.
The bare walls and stone floor of this room caused the spy to reflect on his career. I remember the days I’d go on proper missions, he thought as he heard giggling coming from yet another room off this one. He picked up a small square card from a rickety table in the corner, and did as the instructions told him.
He left he pizza on the table, and took the small wad of cash that had been left beside the card. He kept the change. Still, the pay’s good in this malarkey.
He lifted his collar, pulled open the heavy door once again, walked straight passed the thuggish doorman, across the bar and out through the exit into the night.


A slightly different attempt at the Wordle this week, as I’ve used the words in a short (200 word) tale, rather than one of my random rhymes.

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