It's only just over a month to Giftmas. Last posting day for UK Standard Parcels is Wed 14th December. So until Sunday 11th December I'm having a half price sale. Any of the paintings listed as available on this site are half the listed price, plus postage, and I promise to post them before the 14th December. Or you can collect them from me, or sometimes Rob can bring them into central London and meet you there to hand them over, or you might have a friend coming to the area who can pick it up for you.
So click here and choose one. Or see which paintings in the price ranges linked at the side suit you and your budget. Comment on the painting's post to express an interest in a given work (and show others that it might be taken!) and I'll get back to you by email or Twitter or something. Most people so far have paid by cash, Paypal or direct bank transfer, so I can take all those.
I think that's everything, isn't it?
Then I will have space for MOAR PAINTING and can do MOAR MOAR MOAR!
Wheeee!
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Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Sunday, 2 October 2011
40th post
For my 40th post I am using words, not pictures.
I love painting. A lot. I had no idea how much I liked it until I started doing it, though I suspect I did, really, because it was not until I had enough of all my materials not to use my last one that I started doing much at all. And I posted them publicly - it's why I started using yfrog as well as Twitter - so that I would keep painting and not be ashamed of even my beginning ones, my learning ones.
Painting freed me up hugely. It allowed me to use colour consciously, not just to adjust my mood, which I have done as long as I can remember, but deliberately to express myself, rather than as a side-effect of altering my moods. I introduced a whole lot more strong colour and big design decisions into my house - red dining chairs, a red kitchen, big white shelves, silly colourful things from IKEA's children's department, a big painting covering up the telly - and the result is that I am happier, more sane, and having far more fun than I had had for years.
If ever, possibly, but I have had some pretty good fun in other years.
And what started me painting regularly was one of the worst episodes of suicidal insanity I've had since the last ones. I was proper mad. And the cure has made me almost proper sane. I'm delighted.
I love painting. A lot. I had no idea how much I liked it until I started doing it, though I suspect I did, really, because it was not until I had enough of all my materials not to use my last one that I started doing much at all. And I posted them publicly - it's why I started using yfrog as well as Twitter - so that I would keep painting and not be ashamed of even my beginning ones, my learning ones.
Painting freed me up hugely. It allowed me to use colour consciously, not just to adjust my mood, which I have done as long as I can remember, but deliberately to express myself, rather than as a side-effect of altering my moods. I introduced a whole lot more strong colour and big design decisions into my house - red dining chairs, a red kitchen, big white shelves, silly colourful things from IKEA's children's department, a big painting covering up the telly - and the result is that I am happier, more sane, and having far more fun than I had had for years.
If ever, possibly, but I have had some pretty good fun in other years.
And what started me painting regularly was one of the worst episodes of suicidal insanity I've had since the last ones. I was proper mad. And the cure has made me almost proper sane. I'm delighted.
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