Monthly Archives: January 2012

Acrylics make for a moody missus


Now, I said I would produce a couple of canvases this week. It almost happened. I’m three quarters of the way through the first but, it’s now leant against the wall so that I can scowl at it from time to time with angry eyebrows. You see, acrylics is not a medium I enjoy working in because I like detail and it’s much harder to attain that with such a gloopy paint. Needless to say, I’m unhappy with the result so far. My apologies to those hoping to see some canvases on eBay this coming week.

With a sigh of relief I have returned to my beloved watercolour brushes and my dirty palettes.

 Just look at that fine point. Does that not make you go “Ooooh”? No? Must be just me then.

A blog, or so, ago I posted the first photo of this painting.

What is this weirdness?


Every now and then it becomes absolutely necessary for me to do something odd. Inspired by an article on windows and doors by one of my blog followers, barbaraelka, I shelved, for the time being, the piece I was working on to begin this strangeness.

Now for sale on eBay UK.

Mmmm Doughnuts


Really, really important appointments, such as, lunch out in town, dinner out at Pizza Hut and lunch out again in town the next day, kept me from finishing this on time. Must try harder not to get distracted by food. I’m not so keen on cooking it these days but, as sure as eggs are eggs, I like to eat it.

For sale on eBay UK.

Now what will this be when it grows up?

Doodle duffs up Santa.

It’s always three o’clock


“York Street” featuring Doodle. By Claire Shotter. Now for sale on eBay UK.

Anyone familiar with my work will already know that, if I include a clock in a painting, the hands are usually in the three o’clock position. Why? No idea. If I did know to start with, I’ve been doing it for so long that I’ve since forgotten. Just one of my little eccentricities I suppose. Have a few. For example: I don’t like “P” words. When the kids ever wanted to annoy me, they would bombard my ears with the disgusting chant: “Ploppy Poo”. Another, which I don’t think is strange but, am assured is, is that I’m so afraid of spiders that all the seating in my house has to be on legs. The next one, I will admit is slightly unusual: I have the words; “Tom’s Mexican Salsa Hut” written in biro on the shelf of my airing cupboard.