Sometimes you just have to accept that no matter what your best efforts are, there is something that you cannot get around. Some things are unstoppable.

And no matter how much I am enjoying painting my latest painting, no matter how much I want to get it done, no matter how I am aching to show it to the world in its full completion. I had to put it on hold.

For the deluge.

I’ve had colds before, I tend to have a couple a year, infact I had one less than a month ago which was mostly amusing for the fact it came with laryngitis and my voice went unreliably squeaky. I dose myself up with Vitamin C, and know that after a couple of days of sniffing, or coughing, or a sore throat, it will go and I can get on with my work again. But not this time. This one was vicious, and I had had a pre warning of it since my fella had it the week before, and I saw how it affected him. And he generously passed it on to me.

Welcome to the deluge.

It started mildly enough on Friday afternoon, mmmmm……. I think I’m starting a cold, yep, definitely, there’s the start of something gently tickling inside my nose.

We cancelled all plans for the weekend, and by Saturday it had started.

My fella warned me it would be worse on Sunday, and he was right. It made Saturday, which was undeniably drippingly wet, and sneezy, violent sneezes that pulled stomach muscles in their noisy intensity, seem like an easy day. By Sunday, the thought of doing anything that wasn’t sitting on the settee, dosed up with ibroprufen but still with a headache,  with a box of tissues in arms length, and the disgusting wet ones piling up in a papier mache pile of goo infront of me, was all I could manage. My lovely man cooked dinner since I was beyond being bothered what we ate, and we had an early night.

Monday, was bad, but a tiny bit less so, so was spent again on the settee reading, since I certainly wasn’t going to do anything else. My head was heavy, my nose so sore, and a bowl of chicken soup all that I was bothered about eating. My fella told me to rest and not try to do anything, so that was what I did.

Today, after spending most of it still reading, I feel like I’ve got my body back. This morning when I awoke, my first thought wasn’t where are the tissues I’m going to sneeze my head off again! By this evening I feel refreshed, and full of energy again.

The deluge has gone.


I've been an artist all of my life, and my paintings now hang on walls in Europe, USA and Canada. I'm working on getting them on the other continents! My wide range of artwork has been exhibited nearer to home in the East Midlands, with the Guild of Erotic Artists at Beaumont Hall Studios in Hertfordshire, and at "Erotica", Olympia, London. I have also been featured alongside my work in the Guild of Erotic Artists book (volume 2). I love to create dramatic interest in my pictures, whether it’s to paint an unusual landscape, or just to utilise dramatic lighting in my figure drawings or strong colour in my animal portraits. Delighting in the spontaneous tendencies of watercolour adds an interesting and distinctive look to my paintings, some of which are purposefully ambiguous, enabling the viewer to use their own interpretation of my artwork. I also love to hide images, and humour within my paintings, whether it’s a secret message, or an erotic couple hidden within a landscape, or even an erotic landscape where the couple are camouflaged as the features of the land itself. I am equally happy painting in oils, acrylics or watercolours and love to draw with pencil or ink. I have also developed the very effective method of drawing using white pencil on black card which creates dramatic pictures by just picking out where the light catches the body and leaving the rest of the image to the imagination, in darkness. I can also utilise many different styles, whether it is realistic, abstract, surrealistic, erotic, fantasy or camouflage art where something is hidden within the painting. I'm just passionate about my art, whatever I paint! But, it doesn't matter how many landscapes or pet portraits I paint, its always the erotic stuff that people are interested in! I started blogging to share some of the strange conversations I have with the people I meet. But its evolved into far more than that now.

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