Gather your gossips | A Working Library

Gossiping, what the world lost when the authoritarian impulse took against the power of women.

Talk is power.
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Art: Evercool by GC Myers

One of the many suppressed longings of creation which cry after fulfilment is for neglected joys within reach; while we are busy pursuing chimerical …
Evercool

This morning found another artist whose paintings ‘speak’ to me. Simple at first glance with well defined shapes. The colours, how I also like to outline them.

But complex, too. Layers signified by tree branches in front and behind. The road topping hills and going out of sight in the dales. Thetr is distance and perspective.

And there’s luscious substance, not to forget. Shapes shadowed as they curve inward to meet the bedrock of the canvas.

I like it a lot.

One thing about this weather report app that irritates me every day that I take notice is Visibility.

So we can see 24 kilometres, but only if we’re looking into the sky, at clouds. Or if you yourself are in space.

If you stand at sealevel, looking out over the sea, the horizon is about 4.8 kilometres away, and this is for a man of average height which is 5’ 10” or 1.75 metres.

If you look inland and you’re not standing on a mountain, it’d be a lot less, what with the lumps and bumps of most of the Earth.

Comments – A primer on cloud seeding – by Andrew Dessler

no, it did not cause the flooding in Dubai
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Keeping this for future reference …

The Other Walk

When I was out the other day, after I had sat down in the civilized new-ness of the one year old addition to the village and found it too structured for my mood, I walked into the old section.

This village started in the the 1980s with a field of little villas surrounding a community facility. About half the villas remain along with the old communal areas.

So I crossed the vacant block along the concrete path. Weed central but with more flowers than the sculptural resort style gardens in the newer sections …

There’s even a lone fungal fruiting body. Further on, as I come into the streets, the vacancies and their bewildered gardens become obvious. (A pun there)

Can barely see the villas for the overgrown gardens. A riot of flowers though. More varieties of hibiscus that I’ve seen in one small area.

There are some beautiful trees and shrubs, five to ten metres tall. I can’t imagine they’ll be kept when the building program continues.

Finally, in a derelict corner I see a clump of fungi. I had been wondering whether these gardens were maintained by the establishment or cultivated by the residents themselves. The fungi speak for the latter.

Three, possibly four species I make that. What do you think, mycophiles?

Out for a Walk

On this good weathered Friday of sunny patches among increasing cloud, I open my door and see this:

…a friendly little display.

Walking to the beginning of the corridor past another unit and then the Refuse Room, turn right and then I see this …

… the elevators to the right, the fire escape at the end. (I’ve missed my favorite painting and the Easter Welcome basket on the left for a reason)

Down one floor and turning right to see a similar corridor to the one above (haha, in both senses) but at the end a door out onto the so-called podium.

I’m an old hand at podiums now, the first one I had anything to do with was in 2020 at the place where I went for respite after my hospitalisation. The only podiums I had anything to do with up to then, were back in the Netherlands in the 1950s, when the ordinary Australian English ‘stage’ was the ‘podium’.

Nowadays, the term seems to used for the first couple of floors of a large tall building. The podium surrounding Vista, the building I live in, is brand new. No moss grows in the between the stones.

Anyway, returning to my walk, once I’m outside the exit door, I see this …

… a painting I’ll be talking about in my Visual Art Project. Shifting my gaze to the right, I see this …

Walk out, turn left and we see the stairs. I’ve been up them twice. Down them once. When I have my walker with me it’s elevators all the way.

Round the corner to the left … in the sun as you can see … is a seat. I do my old lady thing and sit down for a breather … take my final pic for this little jaunt … the view.

What Happened Then …

What happened then … is that I inserted a blog post block on the Art Stories Page and one hundred existing blog posts from the Home Page loaded.

Aaarghhh!!!

That’s not what I meant! I wanted to write new art-related blog-posts, specific to that Page. Is it cheating to want that?

Not going to work, is it?

Is there anything wrong with the Brick Stories Page? It works. People read it. The proof is in the stats. Live and learn as they say, I should give up sooner this time. Not spend so much time beating my head against immovable objects. Just do what already works.

But I wanted an elegant, artistic solution! Talking to yourself also will not help. Delete the overloaded block, already.