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Eli McMullen (American, based Richmond, VA, USA) - Dusk Fall, 2022, Paintings: Acrylic, Gouache on Panel
I received a book by Jill Barklem for my birthday from my friends, so of course I had to make some drawings inspired by it. I love this cozy vibe.
Judging from Pandolf's face and demeanour, I think he tried to introduce himself to this hedgehog with trust, goodwill, and his nose.
Update: Pan's friendliness and optimism survived contact with reality!
After making his point a second time, the hedgehog decided he had reached the limits of pedagogy and returned to the woods.
Judging from Pandolf's face and demeanour, I think he tried to introduce himself to this hedgehog with trust, goodwill, and his nose.
how this week has felt
Had to arbitrate a tense territorial dispute regarding napping privileges on my lap this morning. Thankfully my diplomatic proposal was adopted.
Cōngmíng aka 聪明 (Chinese) - Still Cold, Digital Art
Illustration from Murzilka by Evgenii Rachev (1906-1997)
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Before and after photos of the renovated façade of the barn with newly-exposed stones ♡ I repainted the shutters too, though I tried to find the same shade of bright pink because I really like it...
And I thought I'd take the opportunity to talk about the business project I've alluded to a few times in previous years—I've been superstitiously avoiding to talk about it until I was sure it could really happen, because it was quite a large project, but it’s nearly done now— I've been having the old barn building next to my house renovated to create a guesthouse 😊
It has two 2-bedroom flats upstairs, and a common room downstairs with a big fireplace and library. I've recently moved the chicken coop a bit closer to the house so guests can more easily get eggs in the morning, and I've planted quite a few fruit trees nearby :) It's a nice place for a holiday if you like the French countryside, books, woods, opinionated animals, unhurried mornings and unreliable phone reception.
(I will work on my pitch.)
In terms of entertainment, well there is no internet in the guesthouse (yet) but llamas can be observed in their pasture from the south-facing windows, except when they have escaped in which case they can sometimes be observed in the woods from the north-facing windows.
Everything isn't quite finished yet, I will need to make a website, and I'm still missing a few pieces of furniture and still in the process of unboxing all my books for the common room library, but all the major stuff is done— I should be able to open next year I think, though in the meantime I will have some relatives and acquaintances staying over as test-clients...
It's pretty amazing to see this renovation project almost done when I look at the pictures of the barn from a few years ago, when there were no proper ceilings or walls, rubble everywhere... Here are before/after pictures of a corner of the 1st floor:
And here's what the ground floor and the fireplace looked like when I first moved here - and now...
There have been lots of difficulties and setbacks, it's a project I first started forming eight years ago, it's nice to finally be able to make this post— and I'll definitely make more guesthouse posts in the future, this one is just a faire-part as we say!
Iris Scott (American b.1984) Sage and Time, 2021, Oil on canvas
“Moonless, this June night is all the more alive with stars. Its darkness is perfumed with faint gusts from the blossoming lime trees, with the smell of wetted earth and the invisible greenness of the vines. There is silence; but a silence that breathes with the soft breathing of the sea and, in the thin shrill noise of a cricket, insistently, incessantly harps on the fact of its own deep perfection. Far away, the passage of a train is like a long caress, moving gently, with an inexorable gentleness, across the warm living body of the night.”
— Aldous Huxley, from “Music at Night,” in Music at Night and Other Essays
Glimmerati, Claudia Keep
I sit here for morning coffee under the ash tree while Pandolf contemplates his land and meditates...
Spiderweb Notebook by TheCreepingMoon
Circumspection and foresight appear to be the thoughts of the [snail] … What majesty is in a creeping Snail, what reflection, what earnestness, what timidity and yet at the same time what firm confidence! Surely a Snail is an exalted symbol of mind slumbering deeply within itself.
— Lorenz Oken, Elements of Physiophilosophy