@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.social
Tragic messy art. Secret poet. Bus and train flaneur. Weighty tome buff. Quite gorm. Artist_in_a_shed on Instagram.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialArchetypal Scottish landscape. Collage and pastel on a large wedding photo found in a free picture frame. In fact if you look closely you will see a bit of bagpipe and kilt. This is also the first work completed in my new studio. The beginning of Artist_in_a_Brewery.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialWard 8
Don’t fret, love
They know the score
It’s 50-50
Or more
The pale form
Shrunken, bald
We avoid
What this is called
The sparse room
Long waits
Extracting
Particulates
You’re all I have
Long live
Tons of love
Yet to give
Cut out
My heart
For your
Fresh start
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialGulls of a feather. Pastel on cartridge.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialFear of blockages
Depression rages
In blank, dank
Pages, each dread
Canvas, rough
With rabbit skins
Doleful as frets
Where fear begins
Place your bets
The odds rise
I’m a magician
Before tired eyes
The heart cut out
The secret lies
In turning white
To colours wise
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialSketches on haven beach, Berwick.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialNuggets
A spindrift clump
A wisp of fine nothings
An arrow on a cast-aside card
Each scrap a way in
My project projects fear
Fear controlled by art
I’ve no way of knowing
Where a shard is going
Glue fixes problems
Peel the skin away
I’m only mortal
Each picture a portal
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialA heron and a tourist boat. Tweed estuary. Mixed media on cartridge.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialHospital capers
Nothing but pristine wards
The crimpoline sheets
That were starched so neat
Never was a matron so
Demanding and demanded, though
She kept to rules of strictest law
I waited for the past in vain
The easy time beyond the war
We cannot blame them any more
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialA bird on a rock. Berwick beach. Mixed media on cartridge.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialDissonant ode
I am here
You are there
A landmass
Between us
Sheer dunes
Executive homes
Biomass sheds
Plough patterns
Empty roads
I message
You reply
The world turns
Love gathers
Or drifts
In every vale
Binds the land
Folds us in
Like soil
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialBirding by Berwick beach. Mixed media on cartridge.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialFlush stump
January:
A rumbling slab frontage
Rolls in
Easterly and eagerly
Ripping swans and seals
Rolling in a vast tree slice
April:
We have a table
With log chairs
I paint on it
September:
Gyroscopic moons
Swirl time and tides
Until it is subsumed
Morning @imcmillan.bsky.social
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialBeachcombing.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialA gull in the sea mist. Yes, there it is. Oil on board.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialDumpy weekend
Somewhere below street level
Encased in whitewash
I meet all the people
Their hats, earrings, tattoos
Daunt and impress
What do I say?
The moment freezes
Words get coppiced
What do they want?
In the eaves
A pigeon flaps
Three days
Shitting on my paintings
@imcmillan.bsky.socialReposted by @artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialEarly stroll. Fallen leaves as autumn’s calling cards. Sometimes time moves as quickly as that cat. Sometimes time moves as slowly as the moon. An owl’s psalm. A dropped doughnut outside the dentist’s.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialFlowers for Wendy. Another attempt. Watercolour and pastel.
@artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialUnpeace
On the tv screen
Bad actors intoning laws
Hair jack-knifed like sap pines
Startled as raccoons
In a far realm
Perhaps not real or historical
Rockets clear gravity
Dispense mechanical serfs
We play along
Hoarding tins
Enacting gifts of kindness
Endlessly foolish
@imcmillan.bsky.socialReposted by @artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialEarly stroll. The moon, outshining the stars. A tree’s shadow on the cemetery fence. Two orange balls on a lawn. A cyclist almost rides into me, shouts ‘Sorry pal!’ A sign says THIS ROAD WILL BE CLOSED; it doesn’t say when.
@imcmillan.bsky.socialReposted by @artist-in-a-shed.bsky.socialEarly stroll. The evolving moon. ROAD CLOSED sign as metal metaphor. A jacket hung on a fence. A man stands beside a white van, arms folded. That cat, splashed by streetlight.
