Saturday, February 07, 2009

A bit of art

‘Here comes the bus girls’ shouts Rupert. ‘Come on Gladys, get a wriggle on, we haven’t got all day’
Actually they do have all day. They have nothing else to do. It’s a midsummer’s morning and the sun is spreading a golden glow over everything it surveys. A perfect day for a bit of art!
The Shufflewick Village Art Club used to have ten, maybe twelve members. They were all ‘of an age’, mostly retired folk, and many lived on their own. But one by one they dropped out through ill health, failing eyesight or the onset of lethargy! Others simply took their place in the celestial studio in the sky. With no new members signing up only four remain.
They clatter onto the bus struggling with their easels, folded stools, blank canvasses and copious canvas bags bulging with tubes of paint, brushes and sandwiches.
An hour or so later they are sitting in a row brushes poised, looking out at a field of swaying grass as a couple of chewing cows look back.
Muriel flips up the tinted sun lenses on her spectacles, shades her eyes with her hand and stares intently at the pastoral scene.
June slowly raises herself up in a series of jerks then holds a wooden stick at arm’s length horizontally at first then vertically. She once saw an artist do it on television and felt it gave her an air of authority.
Gladys has already started. She frantically scribbles some pencil outlines, takes a few steps back, cocks her head on one side then nods in approval. Then it’s off with the caps on her paints and with a series of farting sounds she dispenses little piles of greens reds and blues on her technicolor wooden palette. Her hand is a blur and a picture takes shape.
Rupert has changed the colour of his canvas from white to a pale green. He always starts this way. Waiting for it to dry gives him an excuse to pour a coffee from his Thermos flask which he tops with a generous slug of Martell brandy from his silver hip flask.
Muriel is now painting. She moves her brush slowly and precisely, her nose is just inches away from the emerging image. It’s uncannily true to life, and almost like watching a photograph develop before your very eyes.
Three hours later Rupert is walking to and fro casting a critical eye over the four completed works of art. He strokes his chin, scratches his head and makes little grunting sounds.
Muriel and Gladys are sitting in the shade of a tree nibbling on sandwiches and cake, quietly murmuring. June appears to have dozed off, although she always insists she’s just resting her eyes.
Four painting all different. Rupert’s pale and whimsical, and Junes is well, unfinished. Gladys’s is a riot of colour and Muriel’s too perfect for words.
It’s time to pack their bags, fold their easels and stools, and carefully carry their drying paintings in the direction of the bus stop.
‘Hurry along girls’ cries Rupert. ‘Chop chop’
And so another meeting of the Shufflewick Village Art Club comes to an end. Next month they’ll line up outside the Jolly Farmer and attempt to capture the history and mystery of this ancient building in swirls of paint.
Hopefully all four will be present.


  1. Well i for one am into the art of ta join me?
    Great job as always mate!

  2. I love the names Shufflewick village art club and Jolly farmer. You painted a nice story

  3. you certainly painted pictures with words today.

  4. Great writing, Keith! I was smiling from start to captured the mannerisms of the elderly (or should I say senior citizens?!) so well, I felt that i was sitting there watching.

    With the vivid descriptions and the clever detail, I really enjoyed this. I also felt this was affectionately written.

    And the last line- Hopefully all will be present- says it all, really. It's a jolt of that age, one never knows.

    Bella :)

  5. the vivid words and wonderful detailing were exceptionally wow...
    too many adjectives eh :)
    well HAPPY SS

  6. I feel like I know these people - actually maybe I ARE one. Grin. A great story of art on the move. Love it.

  7. Nice one Keith, what do you get if you take the a out of paint? A PINT!

  8. Sounds a bit like the membership of the Wagga potter's club. Dwindling.
    I liked that you had 4 different people, 4 different personalities and 4 different results.

  9. Do we live parallel lives on different sides of the globe...watching our own versions of the Shufflewick Village Art Club convene. You with your Rosey and I with my Carole Ann!

    My best to you.


  10. Oh, please, may I join the Shufflewick club? I felt like I had forgotten my easel.
    And I love love love that art you used for the beginning of the post.

  11. what a lovely scene you painted for us with your words keith...

  12. I looked at the Deviant Art website and couldn't find the name of the painting or the artist. Was there more of his/her work on there?

  13. A lovely yet colorful post.



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