Migration
Not wanting to lose the content of my soon to expire website, yesterday morning I looked into exporting it to a saveable file and found I … Continue reading Migration
Tag: freelance artist
Bottoms up!
I actually got to see a health professional in person! And not just a GP or, as is the norm here now, the practice nurse (brilliant as she is) but a musculoskeletal expert. I’m not quite sure how I pulled … Continue reading Bottoms up!
Lookout, lookout!
Last night D decided to look up my name, Eryl, can’t remember why, but the first thing that came up was a hotel in Bangor called Eryl y Mor and this made him look up what Eryl means. Which led … Continue reading Lookout, lookout!
Spong
I think I have a blood clot in my right leg, I told the woman who answered the phone at the doctors’ surgery, and explained my symptoms. She panicked, I can’t see a way of fitting you in, and I … Continue reading Spong
Renewal
February already and I’m only just making the first post of the year! I have a number of excuses, the biggest being all the house renovations. We’re still not quite finished, we only installed a light fixture in the sitting … Continue reading Renewal
Oh Crap!
How handy, I can scrawl a note in GoodNotes and post directly to here! Continue reading Oh Crap!
Artist Overboard
The Commission I was asked to create an artefact that spoke to the idea of a two year old girl’s first words being a premonition about meeting her future husband. The words were, ‘man over water.’ And the idea was … Continue reading Artist Overboard
Artist Date 2: A Commission
I tend to think I’m rubbish at working to someone else’s specifications. That commissions stifle my imagination. But, the only projects I’ve managed to complete, successfully, in the last year or so have all been commissions. All my current self … Continue reading Artist Date 2: A Commission
The Artist’s Date
Like everyone, Covid has affected my life in a zillion random ways. While I’ve had the very good fortune not to get sick, I’m somewhat weighted by certain repercussions. No writing classes, for example; I haven’t had a paying job … Continue reading The Artist’s Date
Embracing the Strange
It struck me, as I lambasted myself for having watched three You Tubes in a row on how to get the most out of Big Sur, that instead of fighting my current lack of focus I should embrace it. And, … Continue reading Embracing the Strange
Eryl Gasper-Dick, still curious 