There's Been a Fracas

There’s been a fracas at the Scottish Society of Artists.  Allegedly.  The president sent out an email to members accusing the administrators of financial mishandling.  The administrators closed down the president’s account so that he can’t email members casting any further aspersions. 

Must have deleted the initial email.  How disappointing, am curious to know the juicies.  Only know about it now as an email from the administrators arrived, refuting all alleged jiggery-pokery. 

And they say nothing exciting happens in the art world nowadays.

SSA recently sent an invitation for submissions to a monthly written article, 1000 words.  Have been pondering some topics, joy of sketchbooks perhaps.  Not sure I’ll bother now.  I plan to enter their 30*30 annual online painting exhibition, but have been contemplating leaving the Society anyway.  If I don’t submit a 30*30 painting this year, then I’m not renewing membership.  Also, I’ve reached the age when I’m not interested in other people’s dramas.  If you’ve got proof your administrators are misappropriating funds, phone the police, don’t bug me.

One of the ideas to write a 1000 word essay around was working through creative blocks.  On the Wild Watercolour course, over the winter, one subject was ‘Clouds’.  Great big cumulus galleons.  I have a painting I’d like to complete but have become becalmed, afraid to touch it.  The jibs and mizzens of the cloud are still to be painted, but am so chuffed with how the mainsail turned out, I can’t bring myself to put down more paint, dab in a skysail or moonraker.

Must ‘Ahoy’ my inner pirate, splice that mainsail, stop shivering in me timbers, grab a rope, a cutlass, and embark, the old fashioned way. 

Am swashing my buckle as we speak.

It’s a matter of minutes to finish it. 

Why is that not helping?

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