Beyond the Sphere

Well. You can’t have Herman without Lily now, can you?

Yes, we’re still at that Comic Book Convention. Yesterday’s idea of painting dots didn’t really come to pass, as I decided to have a go at painting this chap for today’s watercolour for #WorldWatercolorMonth. Animals, faces and green men are the most prominent topic now, but dots may start to creep into the mix as we enter the last week of July.


Can you believe it’s been two weeks since we were last at that Comic Book Convention? They’re still turning up, those dodgy folk in their even dodgier costumes. I mean, look above. That isn’t the Penguin from the 1960’s Batman TV show. It isn’t him now, and it wouldn’t be him if I had more than the allocated hour to spend on him. In fact, that’s how I’d turn up at a Comic Book Convention if I were dressed as the Penguin. All wrong.

But never mind.

It is at it is. It’s another practice at painting a face, this time one without a mask, although there is still a monocle. Not that a clear glass disc offers much in the form of a face covering.

This is today’s watercolour for #WorldWatercolorMonth. Tomorrow I think I’ll paint some dots.


Well, it is Saturday after all. And Six Word Saturday at that.

Not that that is the reason.

So, without further ado, let’s start!

My next painting for #WorldWatercolorMonth is…

The First Wallow

That’s right! My ninth painting in my series of nine versions of ATCs/ACEOs is a baby hippo! It’s the next day on our safari now. Or it’s the morning of the first day, I forget. We lose track of time around here. The baby hippo is the first to get into the muddy lake for a good old wallow before anybody else.

Hippopotamus babies are so cute it’s untrue. They are tiny, compared to their parents, and they are like little round balls with four legs. Well, the ones I saw were!


Moving on, time for…

The Second Reveal

My #WorldWatercolorMonth poortrait.

Did you have the slightest inkling as to who it was? I’ll post a quick reminder first:

And then I’ll post a quick recap of the clues I gave. I’m dragging this out a bit, I know. I love it! Hehehe!

One of the biggest clues should be the fact that I’ve been mentioning time a lot of late. It was a clue, but I’m always mentioning time, so it wouldn’t really have stood out.

The first clue, and the subsequent clues, and the time clue thinking about it, would all point you to the character this person is playing. Will play. Has played for years. (I’m still giving clues now, although I don’t really need to!) The first clue was An Old Clock In An Empty Room, which I thought was a giveaway. Mind you, I would, as I knew the identity to start off with.

I’ll quickly explain. A clock in an empty room. A blue clock at that. Time. And space. More later.

The next clue came in Wise Old Oswald And Friends. Here, not very subtly, the names were the clue. Names linked to the character, Oswald, Clara, and Ace. Companions. Other clues were scattered throughout this post as well, which I’ll mention in a minute.

Tiggan provided the next clue, still linked by name. Rather, pronunciation… and spelling…

Tiggan also posed the question as to who would be the ninth animal. I was playing with concepts here.

Clues were scattered throughout my latest Letters To The Universe post. A big one in the phrase ‘reverse the polarity’, which I also used in the Wise Old Oswald post. The Letters post also asked if I posted a clue last year. Which I did, and I didn’t. I posted it this year, to slot into last year’s time stream, if you can believe that. Did you see what I did there? Time travel. This link will take you to that post, but, if you haven’t got the identity of the character so far, this will either give the game away or confuse you totally. I realise not everyone may even know the character.

Finally, the original poortrait post held the biggest clue. Read Who Is This? as a statement rather than a question, and you have your answer.

Of course the poortrait was of Jodie Whittaker. The actress who will portray the new Doctor Who from next year. The first woman to play the part. I’m looking forward to the new series, I think it is an excellent choice, and things are most certainly going to be different. I can see big things happening for the character and I can’t wait!

And, I have some correct guesses as well! Woohoo!

Well Done and Congratulations go to…

(These all link to the latest post on the respective blogs, by the way)

Elaine of I Used To Be Indecisive…

Becky of It Caught My Eye In Portugal

Prenin

Cobs of The Cobweborium Emporium

Debbie of Travel With Intent (Debbie also hosts Six Word Saturday, and this links to her latest SWS post)

With thanks to all of the other bloggers and visitors who took part, but didn’t quite name the poortrait correctly.

Just to finish, now that we’ve had the reveal, I can reveal what the above clues were revealing. Oswald, Clara, Ace and Tiggan represented three companions of the Doctor. Travellers who escort him/her on his/her many adventures. Clara Oswald, Ace and Tegan were their correct names. The clock in the the room: time and relative dimension in space; represented the TARDIS, the fabulous space/timeship that the Doctor uses to get about. It’s broken and stuck in the form of an old police phone box.

And really just to finish, the ‘next’ and ‘previous’ links on this theme that appear at the end of my posts also help with the clues. ‘Previous’ takes you forward and ‘next’ takes you back. If I can get my head around that,

Convoluted Space and Time Travel’s Easy.

For Six Word Saturday and


Decades ago when I was just a wee boy, knee high to a grasshopper, and in total awe of everything that was around me, I made a monumental decision. OK, I wasn’t exactly knee high, getting on for eight, nine or possibly ten years old, and the awesomeness of some things had started to shine a little less brightly thanks to a few ‘others’ who really deserve not to be mentioned, but that’s by the by now – water under the bridge.

I was knee high to a grasshopper in my mind when my monumental decision was made.

I used to love evening television in those days. Doctor Who used to terrify me, and I was always pleased when it went off, but I still watched it. Scooby Doo and Goober and the Ghostchasers were my favourite cartoons at the time, Scooby still being up there now, although Goober seems to have faded away somewhat. And Friday night TV used to show Mind Your Language at 7pm followed by Space:1999. Mind Your Language was a sitcom about foreign adult students learning to speak English with hilarious and child-like results, and Space:1999 a sci-fi series about a colony of folk trapped on the Moon after it was forced, following nuclear explosions, out of Earth’s orbit and sent hurtling off into outer space. I think this is where my fondness of the Universe at large stems from – although some of those stories were quite frightening at the time. I always felt sad a little when this programme went off.

It was during Space:1999 that I worked out how old I would have been in 1999. Bearing in mind I was in my mind knee high to a grasshopper at the time, my 1999 age of [AGE REMOVED DUE TO THE PINOCCHIO EFFECT] made me seem ancient. It was years into the future, and there was no way, in my mind, that I could ever be that old. So, in that instant I decided I would never age. Never grow up.

Obviously, time had other ideas. Days came and went, and with them I aged. I wasn’t unique. I didn’t stay knee high to a grasshopper. I became tall, gangly, lanky, spotty, introverted, awkward, spottier, less tall, wider, more awkward, clumsy, less spotty (at last!) and finally more rounded (in more than one sense). And through all of those stages, I aged. Year after year my body did what bodies do everywhere. I reached [AGE REMOVED DUE TO THE PINOCCHIO EFFECT] and I decided enough was enough. I was going to stay at that age no matter what. When asked how old I was, the age [AGE REMOVED DUE TO THE PINOCCHIO EFFECT] would just spill out of my mouth, even though I looked older. Puzzled faces looked back at me, but I couldn’t see why they thought it was so strange I was as old as I said I was. It was my age.

That age has since doubled, and I can no longer use it. I’m still growing. I had lived my life as Pinocchio.

Inner Librarian: You’ve got that wrong.
Me: No, I haven’t. That’s the story of my life so far, without events.
Inner Librarian: Yes, I know, but you’ve still got it wrong. You’re referring to the Pinocchio Effect, which is about lies and untruths. You should be referring to the Peter Pan Effect, which is about the boy who never grew up.
Me: Oh. But I have been lying about my age, and I have grown up, so the Peter Pan Effect doesn’t fit. The Pinocchio Effect doesn’t really fit either, as Pinocchio was a wooden boy, and I’m not wooden.
Inner Librarian: …
Thomasina (Inner Woman): I think he’s referring to your dancing. Have you seen yourself dance?
Me: Oh, so you’re all ganging up on me now, are you? Fine.
Fingers (Inner Typist): Nto lal of su.

Me: Well that’s good. And I’m a fabulous dancer. And I have great hair as well. There. Is that good enough for the Pinocchio Effect???
Inner Librarian: And the Peter Pan one.
Me: Whatever. Sometimes I wish there was a Jack and Jill Effect so I could lead you all out of my head.
Fingers: Lal of su?
Inner Librarian: And you now mean the Pied Piper Effect. The Jack and Jill Effect is about ups and downs.
Me: Yes. And I know what I mean. I think. Anyway, I’m Piscean.
Inner Libran: What has that got to do with things?
Inner Librarian: I was thinking the very same thing.
Me: Seeing opposites. Being dreamy. Being creative.
Inner Libran: Did you know that Albert Einstein was a Piscean?
Me: Was he?
Thomasina: Of course you knew that. You have his hair.
Fingers: OLO!
Me: I. DO. NOT.
Inner Libran: And he was creative.
Inner Librarian: And a good thinker.
Fingers: Oyu tned to oervnithk tnihsg.
Me: Sigh. I can’t win. Anywya, (FINGERS!) all of you Inners – stop spoiling my post! Go. Get out of my head. GO!!!

Right. Sorry about that: back on track now. What I was trying to say, before being so rudely side-lined there, is that lying about your age doesn’t really work. I’ve spent years being [AGE REMOVED DUE TO THE PINOCCHIO / PETER PAN / JACK AND JILL / PIED PIPER / HUMPTY FLIPPIN’ DUMPTY EFFECT] when in reality I was growing and ageing all along. I’m now almost the same time this side of 1999 as I was when I first made my monumental decision. My mind, however, has always stayed young. That, I think, has never properly grown up. Sometimes I’m still knee high to a grasshopper.

Sometimes, I still see everything around me and I’m in awe of it.
Sometimes, I make things up. I live in a make believe world, where everything and everyone is just so. Just so what is difficult to explain, apart from being pleasant. Yes, it’s made up. I’m aware that the world isn’t as pleasant as I imagine it to be, but putting the two worlds together it really isn’t that bad. I suppose it’s like growing up without focussing on the events, or staying put in a time that just Feels Good.

Sometimes I’m still knee high to a grasshopper, but a little wiser. Not as wise as Albert Einstein, or a wisened Doctor, or Captain Koenig in Space:1999, but wiser just the same.

I’m just me. With flaws, likes and dislikes just like the rest of us. I’m at an age where being at my age should really be reflected outwards, but it isn’t. Not all the time.

And my Inner Child is loving it.