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About boballoo3

Hi, my name is Bob. I took early retirement from the steel industry four years ago and one of the things I promised myself was to learn to paint. I have always loved art and took up drawing at the age of fifty for the first time since leaving school. Hmmm did they have schools that long ago? Seemingly they did because I have some vague recollections of it, in particular of getting the cane for doodling in maths. I enjoyed drawing but always felt it lacked something, so I was determined to try my hand at painting. I enrolled on a watercolour class, but quickly decided that perhaps watercolour and I did not really gel. (In other words I couldn't do it.) Then I tried acrylic and found that I enjoyed using them and so here I am, a retired steel worker, splodging acrylic paint onto boards and paper and quite enjoying doing so. I realise that I have a great deal to learn and that I am a mere beginner in the art of painting, but enjoying doing something is half the battle. I love real art and will happily while away my free time in galleries wherever I come across them. I have been lucky enough to visit the Met in New York, the Louvre in Paris and of course Tate Britain. I also love sculpture and have a great fondness for the V&A, where I can wander for days. Well rather than bore anyone daft enough to read this into tears, I will leave it at that. With my thanks for visiting and my very best wishes.

Terracotta Warrior VI

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This is another in the Terracotta Warrior series, it seems I can’t stop painting them.

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Slip sliding away.

You can take the time, to count the times

When hands did slip away from mine

Some tried to hold and grip me fast

But even those did slip at last

Death, neglect and poor intent

Erode beginnings, sincere were meant

My reaching hand now holding nought

Has careless lost all that it sought.

To love unknown.

 

And there she sits with impish grin

Behind the wall she hides within

Peeping out to see who’s there

Then hiding from their words and stares

She reaches out from gentle soul

To search for love to make her whole

To wash away her bitter pain

To bring her heart to life again

But tender maid still bleeding through

How deep the wounds inside of you?

Can they be cured by tender kiss?

Can Cupids blade bring you to bliss?

Or will your search by fears be torn

Before your heart again is born

To leave you deep behind your walls

Where hopes do die and dreams do fall

Will love persist to bless your faith?

And drag your heart from bitter wraith

What strength have you with all thats gone

To hold your hand to anyone

To move from deep behind your fears

To cast aside the years of tears

Dare you smile and take that chance

To set our souls, now free to dance

To see, to feel, to wonder why

What dreams could lay t’ween you and I?