Wednesday, January 25, 2012

What force or guile could not subdue

these are the latest finished pictures, wee totty box canvases 10 x 10cm. mixed media.( available £25 )
Not sure what they are called yet, its sort of on that dug in winter theme, waiting, biding time, being patient, withstanding storms kind of thing. Some bigger pieces on the go but way too much stress and other stuff to deal with just now. I'm also experimenting with different priming surfaces, textures and methods, again trying to get canvas to behave like paper, with materials out of skips etc There's no budget here for potatoes never mind your fancy gessos and that.

Here is a poem to celebrate our bard which is rather relevant in a national sense and a personal sense given the parcel o rogues I hae tae deal wi'

Fareweel to all our  Scottish fame
Fareweel our ancient glory
Fareweel even to our  Scottish Cname
Saefamed in martial story
Now Sark rins to the Solway sands
And Tweed rins to the Ocean.
To mark where Englands province stands
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation

What  force or guile could  not  subdue
Through many warlike ages
Is wrought now by a coward  few
For hireling traitors wages
The English steel we could disdain
Secure in valours station.
But English gold has been our bane
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation.

  • I would, ere I had seen the day
  • When treason thus could sell us
    My auld grey head had lain in clay
    Wi’ Bruce and loyal Wallace
    But pith and power ‘till my last hour
    I’ll make this declaration.
    We were bought and sold for English gold
    Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation.
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