Thursday 5 May 2011

Just Painted A Tomato Fairy.

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Just Painted A Tomato Fairy.  

 Angels, Earrings, Fairies and Cakes by
Antonia Rolls 

Shopping Angel



You are warmly invited to a weekend sale of Paintings, Prints and Handmade Earrings
Wine and Tea and Cakes 
                      

Fairy Cakes and Flowers                                   Fat Ladies Diving
                                                                                       

             

  


                                                              Blue Teapot Fairy
Saturday May 21 10am - 9 pm to
 Sunday May 22 10am - 9 pm
   at
127 Worple Road, Wimbledon SW20

   New Beginnings Angel   

 Sale in aid of the A Graceful Death projects, the Film and the Exhibition.

 www.agracefuldeath.blogspot.com for more information

I aim to have this sale of Angels and Fairies and fun things while also displaying the latest information about the A Graceful Death exhibition and film.  The weekend is about having fun with all of you, with colour, fun, wit and humour, alongside the serious business of raising funds for the A Graceful Death exhibition and film.  


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The A Graceful Death Film Project -
Making a film of the effect an exhibition of paintings of death and the end of life (A Graceful Death, paintings from the end of life) has on those who are involved in the works, and those who come to experience them at exhibitions.   Showing how the exhibition is created and broadcast, and hearing what those who love it say, and those who don't love it, say.  And very significantly, showing how it feels to paint a sitter as they approach the end of their life, or as they face an uncertain future.  A section of the exhibition shows Survivors too, those who have come through illness, or the bereavement process, and are living again.
Click on the link below to see our video and to hear more and to donate to this important work. 
 
http://www.wefund.co.uk/project/graceful-death-film

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I just painted a Tomato Fairy.  The Tomato Fairy has been joined by a Banana Fairy, a Cup Cake Fairy and I am now doing a Daisy Fairy.  I am going to the fridge this evening to see what other vegetables and fruit I have to made into Fairies.  As is the case with doing one little picture of a Fairy, I now see Fairies everywhere.  A Garden Gate Fairy!  No, what about a Mobile Phone Fairy!   Hang on, a Lasagne Fairy (while making Lasagne for 14 Year Old son who is still hungry) and then, when that is done, an Early Night Fairy.

Soon I will get onto the Angels.  I am feeling a bit militant about stuff so I may do a Get Knotted Angel, a Stop Cold Calling Me I Don't Want To Buy Anything Angel, an I'm Not Doing The Washing Up Angel.  But because I am basically very nice, that won't go on for long.  I will end up doing Angels of Love, Angels of Peace, Angels of All The Housework Is Done and so on.

What have I been doing?  Why are my blogs so far and few between?  Life, is the answer to both of those questions.  Life.  I have been doing Life (nicely, not in a maximum security jail).  I have much less time than before, and I seem to have much less to say.  At the moment, I am a bit of a bland getter-of-things-done-whether-it-works-or-not.  I have not much humour in me, and I have not much zap.  I don't sparkle and I look serious.  I wear my glasses and frown with a pursing of my lips.  I wear sensible shoes and long skirts made of corduroy, I look like a rather focused librarian.  Recently, there has been much organising to do.  I have been sitting at the computer drowning under emails, AGD correspondence, making contacts, writing - this is the most draining thing of all because it is not likely to come to anything - writing my Arts Council Application for funding.  Each question needs me to write a small book, and there are about a thousand questions.  However, I did it and sent it off yesterday.  If nothing else, I have gathered my thoughts around where AGD will be going and how to do it.  It is all a mystery.  Today, I wonder if I can remember any of the crucial points that I made in the application forms.  I feel serious, brown and plodding.  And not very interesting at all.  Plod plod plod.

But Lo!  Have I not been a plodding caterpillar before?  Have I not emerged time and time again as a butterfly?  Then this is what I will expect.  Sometime this week, when I am not expecting it, I will find my wings and sit on a flower.  Sorted.

My home is filled again.  There is a delightful Polish Fellow staying, as there seems to be a tradition of Excellent Poles staying here.  The Polish Grandmother who spoke not a word of English was the first.  Then there was the Silent Pole - a lovely man we put up now and again, who never said a word nor was seen except as a shadow as he left the house, or disappeared round a corner, or closed his bedroom door.  He was very interesting and polite when cornered sometimes on the stairs and made to talk, and I believe he slept on  his bed not in it.  We love having him to stay, we like to bet on whether he exists or not, or whether he is going to eat anything during his entire stay.  Now, the room is occupied by a jolly articulate young fellow, who speaks perfect English and is as polite and jolly as you could wish for.  He is staying for just a week, unless he decides to stay longer and since I am very flexible, I am delighted whatever he decides.  A young and burly Polish fellow this, he looks like a farmer and is only 23.  How he will fit into an arty house where the owner regularly turns into a butterfly and sits on flowers, drinks tea and looks serious in her glasses, is going to be interesting.  Of course, 14 Year Old Son is very happy with him.  14 Year Old Son could never catch the Silent Pole for a chat, and there was no use talking to the Polish Grandmother as she only spoke Polish.  

 This afternoon I go to the local Hospice to start my volunteering work.  This is what I want to do, and I have no idea where I am going with it.  I think I just want to work with the dying.  How, I don't know.  It is so important and I do the A Graceful Death work, but I still know nothing.  Let us see.  The Hospice will be a very good teacher.

Hey Ho, time it marcheth on.  It is time to take off my glasses and smile a bit.  I don't think the Hospice patients would like a serious brown plodding caterpillar to mingle amongst them.  Time to shake off the shackles of being serious and bland and start to hum a merry little tune and check out the most suitable flowers.

2 comments:

  1. Well done on getting the Arts Council application off. I hope they give you funding. Look forward to hearing how you got on at the Hospice.

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