"a
rainbow maker"~ painting
On 30 March 2012 04:31, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com>
wrote:
“countesthorpe village hall”. i was on a concert there when i was very
little.
tap dancing with a troupe of all girls! later won a prize for a painting on a bit of board in a home-grown garden produce show. my dad was in the
drama group there. i did some stage set scenery which was a bit far out for what they wanted. art college influence! “another one of your crazy ideas me lad.” joan kent. met her having her hair permed being dried under the drier, “come and meet mrs. whibley she’s very interesting, she’s a writer, we talked for ten minutes
after. later did all the drawings over here in co. kildare. posting them one by one.
“the chapel in the valley” little jimmy brown. one man had a long neck with a big adam’s apple. back home i drew an ad. in pencil, for “Pye televisions”.
not meaning to sound banal. hmm. remembering casual conversations
from the 40’s! ...small details. i don ‘t remember the future too well.
but, I feel it will surpass my best imaginings, just came to tell
everybody. !... it’s 4.30 and it feels like 1.30! must check the weather forecast and
compare it with the sky.
aren’t we blessed! --- stuart er... rainbowmaker.
tap dancing with a troupe of all girls! later won a prize for a painting on a bit of board in a home-grown garden produce show. my dad was in the
drama group there. i did some stage set scenery which was a bit far out for what they wanted. art college influence! “another one of your crazy ideas me lad.” joan kent. met her having her hair permed being dried under the drier, “come and meet mrs. whibley she’s very interesting, she’s a writer, we talked for ten minutes
after. later did all the drawings over here in co. kildare. posting them one by one.
“the chapel in the valley” little jimmy brown. one man had a long neck with a big adam’s apple. back home i drew an ad. in pencil, for “Pye televisions”.
not meaning to sound banal. hmm. remembering casual conversations
from the 40’s! ...small details. i don ‘t remember the future too well.
but, I feel it will surpass my best imaginings, just came to tell
everybody. !... it’s 4.30 and it feels like 1.30! must check the weather forecast and
compare it with the sky.
aren’t we blessed! --- stuart er... rainbowmaker.
WOW!
On 30 March 2012 02:38, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com>
wrote:
.hey wow
perfect amazing.
also your message just popped in the "instant" i just sent mine off. just speed read yours and will go back and study it. and... i mean, i "grew up" at 103 station road countesthorpe lei-ces-ter ------ i was just off down green lane as you will read. could have gone even further. actually missed a bit: there is a photo of "the vineries", station road. 103 is two doors down from there! i meant to scribe something like.... "oh, and there's a photo of "the vineries". an old brick house and grounds, two doors down from where i grew up. childhood impressions. back then, in the 1940's, i recall walking down there to the house with my dad. he ran a hairdressing business he set up himself in the small front room at 103. started the business from scratch, going around on the bike to cut peoples hair. i must have been very young. we called in to the house at "the vineries". i don't remember any vines, but apple orchards all the way back to the field by the railway line. the days of steam trains. the woman we were calling on, her name i recall was Anne Howsley. my dad said something about , she was very unhappy, or depressed, or it seemed to me, something was mysteriously amiss. and she lived alone. we entered by the kitchen door from outside. the bare 1940's kitchen was painted apple green. very high walls. kitchens in those days were bare, with few appliances and no modern conveniences. she came in from a dark doorway from the left, very quietly. i just stood on the bare stone floor soaking up the mysterious atmosphere. after we left, i looked back at the house, feeling sad for this lonely woman. an element of mystery still surrounds this memory. perhaps i was always an impressionist.~~~~~~~~~~ back to this note. i could lose myself in this stuff. they say tobacco is good for the memory. i always seem to remember to buy more so there might be something in it. even this particular green is joggling some ancient memory. bet i could trace it back. amazed. pleased. the paintings look fine. after 45 years! must read yours. drink some tea. i thank you for all this. it's a bit exciting. i feel about 6. (years young). i always was a man of letters as well as colours. very enjoyable. i bless your animals. hope they know they're lucky.
love~~~ stuart.
also your message just popped in the "instant" i just sent mine off. just speed read yours and will go back and study it. and... i mean, i "grew up" at 103 station road countesthorpe lei-ces-ter ------ i was just off down green lane as you will read. could have gone even further. actually missed a bit: there is a photo of "the vineries", station road. 103 is two doors down from there! i meant to scribe something like.... "oh, and there's a photo of "the vineries". an old brick house and grounds, two doors down from where i grew up. childhood impressions. back then, in the 1940's, i recall walking down there to the house with my dad. he ran a hairdressing business he set up himself in the small front room at 103. started the business from scratch, going around on the bike to cut peoples hair. i must have been very young. we called in to the house at "the vineries". i don't remember any vines, but apple orchards all the way back to the field by the railway line. the days of steam trains. the woman we were calling on, her name i recall was Anne Howsley. my dad said something about , she was very unhappy, or depressed, or it seemed to me, something was mysteriously amiss. and she lived alone. we entered by the kitchen door from outside. the bare 1940's kitchen was painted apple green. very high walls. kitchens in those days were bare, with few appliances and no modern conveniences. she came in from a dark doorway from the left, very quietly. i just stood on the bare stone floor soaking up the mysterious atmosphere. after we left, i looked back at the house, feeling sad for this lonely woman. an element of mystery still surrounds this memory. perhaps i was always an impressionist.~~~~~~~~~~ back to this note. i could lose myself in this stuff. they say tobacco is good for the memory. i always seem to remember to buy more so there might be something in it. even this particular green is joggling some ancient memory. bet i could trace it back. amazed. pleased. the paintings look fine. after 45 years! must read yours. drink some tea. i thank you for all this. it's a bit exciting. i feel about 6. (years young). i always was a man of letters as well as colours. very enjoyable. i bless your animals. hope they know they're lucky.
love~~~ stuart.
artwork :
no.2, martin law, 2006
Clipping:
From Countesthorpe Herald
From Countesthorpe Herald
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