It turns out id-iom shall go to the ball after all! After a last minute drop out we’ve been invited to do some live painting at this year’s Whitecross Street Party in London’s East End. The weather is looking up for the weekend (particularly on Sunday) so I’m hoping we’ll have a fun time painting outdoors for once this summer. Fingers crossed. We’ve not got long to prepare as it’s on tomorrow and Sunday but being the cowboys we are I’m sure we’ll make do. Yee Hah!
Did you know that a group of tigers is known as a ‘streak’ or ‘ambush’. Which is probably a fitting name for them because by the time you’ve noticed them I reckon they’ve either streaked past or ambushed you. They are the largest of the big cats, the third largest land carnivore (after the polar bear and brown bear) and are surely the epitome of danger and grace. I’m no expert but i’m pretty sure William Blake was thinking similar thoughts when he put pen to paper with his poem, The Tyger:
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
With that and a blank wall as some kind of vague inspiration this is what we ended up with. The Muse works in mysterious ways…