I'm sorry not to have been blogging for a long while. I have hardly painted anything. Strange how you can lose that inspiration. Well I am now back on track. I have paintings in my head. You know the feeling.
I did, however, challenge myself to try one of these DIY FREE websites for my art. Well they say it's easy, you just drag and drop blah de blah. I have no one to help me so this was done all by myself through trial and error. Bit by bit I struggled through, forgetting from one visit to the next how I did each action. Did I literally sweat over this. Well I did it! Me! I wrote my own web site. I will absolutely panic if anyone gets in touch though, but oh I feel so proud of myself. Perhaps you will take a look and give me some feedback on here.
http://artbypollybirchall.weebly.com
Now here is a happy story. My friend Annie Arkwright from Accrington has found a new home. (The picture was my first ever of Annie - just to put you in the picture - has been bought by a friend of mine).
You see Annie was a gentle, quiet, kind, motherly type of figure, who everyone called Auntie Annie. She was a good artist, in particular painting weird and wonderful abstracts, she baked lovely cakes for special occasions, like weddings, special anniversaries and for Christmas. A right clever devil really. Until, one day she picked up a book by accident off the shelf in the library. She thought it was an instructional art book about colour mixing. She really needed help with her greys.
Annie here is reading Fifty Shades of Grey! She has now decided to grow old disgracefully. She's going to ditch the yellowed bloomers and thermal vest and buy a black and red basque from Evans, and has joined a northern dating agency on t'internet, who claim "We'll get yer a bloke lass". I say, Go Girl!!!
Here's her journey to her new home
Before she read 50 Shades of Grey, Annie Arkwright from Accrington, was a staid old fashioned librarian who wore pleated skirts and long lace trimmed bloomers. Well the Old Annie has found a new home with
Olwyn in Carlisle. Annie, bold as brass, said she were going ta cycle all th'way there. Look at her face - she doesn't like those bumpy cobbles! And aye up, beware, way up there in Carlisle, lock up ya men, she's got 50 Shades of Grey in her front basket. Ta ta our Annie, you will be very happy further up north, they're a reet grand family. Ta ra Lass. I'm getting all emotional ......
Now you are up to date on Annie and myself.
Thank you for popping over to my blog.
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