Finally
Scottish painter Dale Bissland.
Exceptional work, he’s really good at night time paintings.
The second is ‘Red Moon Rising’ ( another song in my head until tomorrow)
Not sure of first title sorry
He works Oil on Board.
Thanks my XTwitterarty
Helen DrStee and Max
In Herbert Badham's 'The Night Bus,' (1943) the interior lights highlight the different figures and their gestures, all still, fixed in the moment. A woman reads a magazine, a man smokes, the conductor chats to a passenger.
*One month before her 95th birthday, Patricia Routledge wrote something that still gently echoes:*
**“I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.”**
My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.
At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.
At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.
At 80, I took up watercolor painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.
Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
**I’m writing this to tell you something simple:**
**Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.**
Let these years ahead be your *treasure years*.
You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
*With love and gentleness,*
— Patricia Routledge
We’re deeply saddened to hear of the passing of Tom Jones, a WWII veteran, who died peacefully aged 103.
Tom served in the Far East in 1942, in extremely tough conditions, before returning home to work as a bus and tanker driver.
Our thoughts are with his loved ones.
Caravans, Eric Ravilious, 1934. Painted near Peggy Angus’ cottage at Furlongs, in East #Sussex. In her autobiography, Eric’s wife Tirzah describes how she restored these caravans for them to use & painted the wheels red. The original artwork is in the collection of @FryArtGallery
Geoff Butterworth
He broke his back at work and whilst convalescing he had started to paint …. Watercolours
I love his work and find it homely , certainly for me as I’m from the area
The dustbins in the second painting had to take ashes from the fire so were metal.
“Our language, our music, and our manners are increasingly raucous, self-centred, and offensive, as though beauty and good taste have no real place in our lives. One word is written large on all these ugly things, and that word is ‘me’.”
Sir Roger Scruton
'Along the River.' (1908) Just after the turn of the 20thC, Leo Gestel, Piet Mondriaan and Jan Sluijters were the three most influential modern painters in The Netherlands. This work is by Gestel.
A century ago, Harold Harvey chronicled everyday life in his native Cornwall ~ here’s his ‘Outside the Gaiety Cinema, Newlyn’, with the woman at left sporting a vibrant silk scarf and the other applying lipstick (1925, Private Collection)