painting with a broken credit card found in the rubbish

Under the bed, I finally found some of the paintings I did while staying at the top of a house in Holland Park- the magnificent street where the wealthy live and the embassy's   do business. I found a bent credit card in the  park rubbish. Sarah gave me some paint and I bought some gesso and heavy large cold pressed paper. I used the credit card to apply paint and mess around. and a Q-tip.  I thought that I had tossed these long ago in my getting rid of stuff frenzy.  Glad I didn't , they are a good reminder about using what one has on hand to create whatever.
 

They are not meant to be anything other than playing around with a  broken credit card but I think , in spite of that ,they are OK. and the layering is rather nice. 

Interesting texture. As for artistic merit there may be none but it was fun to play with- up in the attic of the fancy Holland Park  house! 

Looking forward to another trip. I have been reading about air travel lately- clear air turbulence is another climate change danger!

Climate change facts, here we go.

It is a very good factual article about air turbulence, the dangers of and the possibility of NASA inventing a detector.  Adaptation is key.

Stella is leaving for  Finland this summer for only three weeks, but she has a little dog who needs her so...short trip. She will be prepared with snooze pills and a barf bag. 

I found a bag on the street outside a Tesco with this pig , I painted it and Incorporated it into whatever this is:

And of course ,I do agree- eating less bread would be a good idea. Bread addiction is my favorite addiction, especially since opium is illegal...Bread is a soother and makes me so fat that I could steady a plane in turbulence- pretty sure. I really do not mind being a fatty when I am alone. Other people fat shaming  ( as Dennis does) makes me feel terrible as if being a fatty is criminal and I have committed something worse than murder of a child or something.  Fuck that!

Body shaming is the crime.

Above is
Dennis's garage hoard. It smells like petrol and chemicals in there - just waiting for an explosion. Quite a bonfire don't you think.  I do hope that our fire insurance is up to date. Crazy!  I suppose I could at least break down all of the boxes and stash them in a flat pile, that might be the answer. He claims to have a plan for them. We have never been able to park a car in the garage- it has always looked like this, even after it has been cleaned up . For about twenty minutes it was! 

Every time there is an empty spot it gets filled. That is how it works.

I could say that I am just as guilty of hoarding crap, but I am not. These paintings under the bed took up exactly 9"X6" X 1/2 inch. and now I am willing to toss them having seen them again. The last one looks like covid.

Hoarding is a strange mindset. Maybe it is a fear of not having enough, a product of growing up poor and wanting? I must take that into consideration.