Rose Ruane

That’s really rather lovely

Oh that’s a lovely conversation to have had! What a joy

Those are wonderful! You have to wear them!

Sobbing “bitch, it’s the serve” to myself

(The jumper is beige but has one small sprig of pale pink flowers on the shoulder)

RUDE!!!

Oh that’s unbeatable!

Whomst among us wants to look sensible. I ask you

I should have

A classic Bromyard chat with a pensioner in a shop “I don’t know what you call all…this…” *gestures at my outfit* “I mean, it’s good though” *sounding dubious*

I’m so glad!

This is wonderful! Thank you xx

Image of a hand holding up a copy of Rose Ruane’s Birding against the vaulted ceilings and carved pillars and ornate windows of Bradford’s Wool Exchange.

Shot of the statue of Richard Cobden and vaulted ceilings, pillars, arches and ornate windows of Bradford’s Wool Exchange.

#WindowsOnWednesday
#AlphabetChallenge #WeekIforInteriors
#photography

Picked up my copy of Birding by @regretteruane.bsky.social to find it niftily matched the incredible ceilings in here…

Oh that’s amazing! Thank you so so much, I’m really grateful and I very much hope you enjoy it.
Incredible to see Birding in such majestic surroundings, hella fancy😍

Drawing in an untaught style of a seated slim white woman with shoulder length blonde hair, naked from the waist up looking left with eyes oriented as if toward the viewer and hands folded in her lap, her skin is quite orange and she is wearing a coral coloured skirt or girdle and leaning on a blue cushion and the nam daisy is handwritten in black capitals to her right

Drawing created in the art therapy studio at Netherne hospital in Surrey c.midC20th, by an individual who was compelled to live there, whose identity is currently unknown to us

This needs to be done because Sylvia Townsend Warner deserves all the remembering we can manage

Drawing in an untaught style of a seated slim white woman with shoulder length blonde hair, naked from the waist up looking left with eyes oriented as if toward the viewer and hands folded in her lap, her skin is quite orange and she is wearing a coral coloured skirt or girdle and leaning on a blue cushion and the nam daisy is handwritten in black capitals to her right

Drawing created in the art therapy studio at Netherne hospital in Surrey c.midC20th, by an individual who was compelled to live there, whose identity is currently unknown to us

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That’s very affecting and very interesting. Nuclear proliferation features in a fair few works in The Adamson Collection and it always seems like the combination of totally reasonable, understandable fear & deep distress

The breakfast of champions🩷💕

You’re very kind, thank you

There's a raincloud over our existential alteration tailors. It spills dissonant silvery threnodies.
The puppets try to catch the plummeting notes in a bucket & won't be consoled when told there's no holding the moon.
I sing them educational murder ballads, kiss their grubby faces & horrid soft paws

🎂 Celebrate the fiftieth birthday of the beloved cloth cat Bagpuss, and share Sandra Kerr’s vivid memories of the 1960s folk revival in this classic episode from 2024.

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Sometimes you're sure there's a hole in the sky which lets canned laughter in
Sometimes you scold your bedraggled, imaginary charges: shut up, mother has a head you squeaky puppet fucks & are sorry when they cry buttons & kapok
Sometimes you let a paper fortune teller decide the rest of your life

Sometimes you play a plastic trumpet in the hope of charming the stars
Sometimes you put a rug on a polished floor even though you might as well set a mantrap
Sometimes you eat chocolate finger hedgehogs & ghastly rabbit shaped blancmange three meals a day Sometimes you make origami knuckledusters

An expressive, non-realistic painting of a dark coloured mushroom cloud from a nuclear bomb on an orange background. Ruined buildings are painted in black and small figures curl up, run around and hold up protest placards saying ban the bomb.

Mushroom Cloud of the Nuclear Bomb by Winifred Deane c.1967 painted in the art therapy studio at Netherne hospital while she was compelled to live there.
Fears about & protests against nuclear proliferation are expressed by multiple people & feature in several works from The Adamson Collection

I love everything about this!

So happy to pass on the magic!

Breathtaking (I cannot breathe)
This is some of your greatest work, in a crowded field