Potato farmer in red scarf
I have been painting this little tin toy farmer a lot lately. She is a very patient model, does not move, and does not complain.
I have been painting this little tin toy farmer a lot lately. She is a very patient model, does not move, and does not complain.
If bread and dripping sandwiches or the plague did not kill them first, our forebears played with lead toys. Toys made of lead, painted in paint made of lead. Handed to children at the most orally fixated age, where everything they are given ends up in their mouths. It’s a wonder anyone survived.
This is a little farmer made by Britains. She is about to strew corn to the chickens. Corn made of lead, for chickens made of lead.
Funny thing: lead pencils do not have any lead in them, unlike the children of yesteryear.
There is a not-very-big shop in Brighton with what appears to be the most disproportionately complex fire prevention system on earth. I have long argued that the aesthetic appeal of fire fighting equipment is underrated. On this, see: The simple beauty of a fire sprinkler So, I made a quick sketch of the Brighton system. Here it is. What does it all do? Is it art?