Hello bloggers. Hmmm, nice Axle!

We've had some devlish winds here in Fribourg, Switzerland. Have they been trying to blow us away? Well, they've nearly succeeded. You don't want to see the mess around the garden in the morning. Bins flying, pots scattered! Can the wind be bad-tempered? Moody? Seems that way to me. I'm sure the wind is having a tantrum with us!

In fact, the weather just can't decide at the moment; one day wind, one day frost, one day sunshine, one day sleet. It's all very confusing. I'm wearing my coats in circulation: long, short, light, heavy; then round again. This morning the water bowl I'd left out was hard with frost again. Oh, come on spring, all the birds are already collecting funny little twigs outside my window. Surely, you can catch up?

My singing is coming on really well now. "Laaaaaaa!" See?  Doesn't it sound great? I so love the lyrics of songs. They are such poetry:

This Is Heaven To me, Madeleine Peyroux. Originally a Billy Holliday song.

If you've got your hands and got your feet, to sing your song all through the street,

You raise your head, when night is done, shout your thanks up to the sun,

So when I hear them say, there's better living, let them go their way, to that new living,

I won't ever stray, 'cause this is heaven to me; 'cause this is heaven to me........ 

These lyrics mean so much to me when I sing or paint. Since I feel so blessed now to be able to do so. It's been a long and hard journey here. They always make me smile with joy when I sing them. Can you beat those sweet alto jazz blues? Not for me!

Here's a little reminder of that adorable Shure mic that my husband bought me last birthday. A true classic.

Glad you agree, that it really is a work of art! That's one of my paintings there behind it. It's wonderful to be really expressive with, too. I guess, because it's such a sexy microphone.

Anyway, I've put all my paints in a large box at the moment for my moratorium on painting. Because, no I can't really do two things at once. I start to feel too divided, too insane! What usually happens over time is that the beauty of things starts bullying me. I start to feel colour-starved. And the need to paint grows like an unseemly wart! No; that's not kind, I'll rephrase that: like an itch that needs scratching. I can even start dabbling with all sorts of other things like home deco: in a desperate but misguided urge to paint.

Yes, I know; home deco drives me nuts, too! Why do we become some obsessive about it? Like, those taps are the ONLY ones that work in that sink?? Maybe, you are a perfectionist, like me. I'm sorry for you if you are! I can potentially stare at something for hours, trying to resolve the problem of colour or placing. Surely that can't be good for you? It's like driving down some bizarre road of your own making, then building your own town of your own making, before you've really decided on the architecture. Maybe that's just me. Or my frustration at only being able to buy anything in DARK WOOD, here in Switzerland. I mean, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with dark wood. I just can't bear too much darkness around me. I love my house to be light and uplifting: like the scent of lemon, or the rays of the sun.

Was I rambling there? Stop me if I was. Oh, no, you can't can you??  I just love blog!!

Don't worry you can always find my art at www.moorethanart.com and www.boundlessgallery.com and www.originalartonline. I'm ever-ready for your home decor.

Roll on spring. Or perhaps I should say "spring roll!" I love chinese food, don't you??