Adam and Eve or, The Mud People.

Last week I made some wall relief sculpture. Had a great time. Then I had my G-Kids for a day and had them help me paint them. I did not mention Adam and Eve but said they where Mud People. Adam and Eve came out of nowhere so did these sculptures. My hands are a bit to warn out now for any kind of heavy kind of sculpture. I can still wield a brush though. This is a light material. I would love to see them cast in bronze, for durability. It is out of the question at the moment but who knows,some day it may happen.

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“Adam and Eve or the Mud People.” 76 and 86 inches tall. 2015

As people we did come out of the mud. There was a period of transition coming out of the water onto land. Where there is land and water there will be mud. So at some point perhaps this is what we looked like.

Daumier’s studio.

The studio is a great place. It takes on a creative feeling. It is a great feeling to work alone and have the time and space to think and dream.It is not uncommon to have visitors to ones studio. Fellow artists, models , collectors and art critics.

The Studio” Daumier With all the people he had model or visit him over the years . He covered a lot of territory as a satirical  cartoonist to fine painting. One can feel his warmth and feeling that must have emanated from his studio .

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Robbie Burnes

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In 1941, I and my family lived in London. My family at that point consisted of my Mother, Terry, Margie, Janet and myself. My father was in the army. The Blitz got very bad, we were evacuated. We were sent to Scotland. We traveled overnight. Due to the blackout, all was pitch dark. All I remember of the trip was a dark train, dark stations and many pull overs and delays in order to allow troop trains to pass. There were dreary stops in Derby and Crew with dreadful cups of tea and stale curled up sandwiches. Things seemed very bleak indeed from a young boy’s mind. I do not recall arriving in Ayr. My sister told me we were picked up in a Rolls Royce and whisked off to the chauffeur’s apartment on the estate of Lord and Lady Weir’s Skeldon House. Due to petrol rationing, his apartment had become available.

The two years I spent on that estate, pleasures and thoughts are embedded very deep in my mind. These where important formative years for me. From the disruptions in London due to the Blitz, it was blissful to run carefree through the woods and swim and fish in the river Doon while people were being slaughtered around the world.

I find now that Robert Burns went to school in Dalyrimple and I know so well how he enjoyed the same delights. Not that the teachers were a delight. One wanted to strap me,  I took my hand away and his knee took the blow. We danced around the classroom with the belt whistling until my elder sister witnessing the scene leaped on his back like a Tigress protecting  her young . She became my heroine. He had to give up and I never got strapped, all because of dirty hands.

Regardless of this, I learned so much. The poetry of Robbie burns was a leading lesson.  “och wee timirit cured beastie och what panics in thy breastie. Och the best laid plans of Mice and Men of-time gang aglee. ” These lines still ring clearly through my head.