Jimmy
@jackabilly.bsky.social
Retired Mental Health Nurse (ex RMN) supermarket assistant. Occasional artist. I am not consistent using social media, so bear with me.
Saw "The Nutcracker" at Birmingham Hippodrome. Absolute magic♥️
November 27, 2025 at 11:33 PM
Saw "The Nutcracker" at Birmingham Hippodrome. Absolute magic♥️
I am glad to leave this painting 👹
November 27, 2025 at 11:20 AM
I am glad to leave this painting 👹
I am struggling to make this presentable, with just a few hours to finish it
November 20, 2025 at 10:36 AM
I am struggling to make this presentable, with just a few hours to finish it
"Private Eye" current edition, says it all
November 16, 2025 at 1:29 PM
"Private Eye" current edition, says it all
The current copy of "Private Eye" addresses this hypocrisy.
November 16, 2025 at 11:46 AM
The current copy of "Private Eye" addresses this hypocrisy.
This painting has a life of its own. Straight from the unconscious.
November 14, 2025 at 8:47 AM
This painting has a life of its own. Straight from the unconscious.
Sometimes, a painting takes on a life of its own. I don't know where this is going, and I am not keen on it tbh
November 12, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Sometimes, a painting takes on a life of its own. I don't know where this is going, and I am not keen on it tbh
The genesis of a painting. Hopefully.
November 4, 2025 at 7:54 PM
The genesis of a painting. Hopefully.
She curls up in a ball on top of the smallest of spaces to sleep. Why she doesn't use the plush cat bed we bought her is a mystery. Silly Old Cat.
October 27, 2025 at 12:19 PM
She curls up in a ball on top of the smallest of spaces to sleep. Why she doesn't use the plush cat bed we bought her is a mystery. Silly Old Cat.
A detail from a painting I did many years ago, inspired by Escher's work, and personal dream symbolism.
October 24, 2025 at 4:54 PM
A detail from a painting I did many years ago, inspired by Escher's work, and personal dream symbolism.
This was a painting I decided to scrap. I have just found the image after trawling through all the saved ones I have, and frankly, I now regret ripping it up and putting it in the bin. It is odd how I view my art more critically when I am stuck in the process.
October 23, 2025 at 6:33 PM
This was a painting I decided to scrap. I have just found the image after trawling through all the saved ones I have, and frankly, I now regret ripping it up and putting it in the bin. It is odd how I view my art more critically when I am stuck in the process.
I finally found an image of the finished work. The mural gave a lot of pleasure to people, so I was told. I loved the crossover between art and nursing.
October 16, 2025 at 5:22 PM
I finally found an image of the finished work. The mural gave a lot of pleasure to people, so I was told. I loved the crossover between art and nursing.
My solitaire board. There is a solution to it, but I can't remember it. And in any case, it would be boring if I could.
October 15, 2025 at 6:44 PM
My solitaire board. There is a solution to it, but I can't remember it. And in any case, it would be boring if I could.
A sketch for a mural that I did in the ITU waiting room at Milton Keynes General Hospital in 1990. I was a student RMN, and as well, an auxiliary nurse (bank) in the hospital. I was part of a team in ITU, and with an arts background wanted to something. Somewhere, I have pics of the finished work.
October 15, 2025 at 3:25 PM
A sketch for a mural that I did in the ITU waiting room at Milton Keynes General Hospital in 1990. I was a student RMN, and as well, an auxiliary nurse (bank) in the hospital. I was part of a team in ITU, and with an arts background wanted to something. Somewhere, I have pics of the finished work.
A random photo. At first glance, it could be part of a bridge, but the arches in the spaces of the bridge are fenceposts, and the bridge is water. Such random things can influence my art process.
October 1, 2025 at 7:57 PM
A random photo. At first glance, it could be part of a bridge, but the arches in the spaces of the bridge are fenceposts, and the bridge is water. Such random things can influence my art process.
If there is a miracle, and I can transform this image into a painting within the next few days, I shall be a happy rabbit
August 12, 2025 at 7:36 PM
If there is a miracle, and I can transform this image into a painting within the next few days, I shall be a happy rabbit
Good as Gold. When she's asleep.
August 5, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Good as Gold. When she's asleep.
I handed my overdue library books. Nearly 30 years after I borrowed them. I offered to pay the fine (£10 x 3) but the bemused librarian waived the fee. If procrastination was a superpower, I'd be up there with Spiderman and Wonder woman.
August 1, 2025 at 4:49 PM
I handed my overdue library books. Nearly 30 years after I borrowed them. I offered to pay the fine (£10 x 3) but the bemused librarian waived the fee. If procrastination was a superpower, I'd be up there with Spiderman and Wonder woman.
Left over tiles from having our bathroom done a few years ago. I am convinced that the 12x12 squares could be the basis of a board game, a project I am working on.
August 1, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Left over tiles from having our bathroom done a few years ago. I am convinced that the 12x12 squares could be the basis of a board game, a project I am working on.
Jack-in-the-Green. Painted tin box.
July 19, 2025 at 11:37 AM
Jack-in-the-Green. Painted tin box.
A page from one of my sketchbooks from the late 1970s, sort of toying with the idea of a tattoo with the horse shoe and black cat motifs, and the runic inscription.
July 19, 2025 at 8:01 AM
A page from one of my sketchbooks from the late 1970s, sort of toying with the idea of a tattoo with the horse shoe and black cat motifs, and the runic inscription.
East Runton, North Norfolk. A rainy day going down memory lane
June 6, 2025 at 4:45 PM
East Runton, North Norfolk. A rainy day going down memory lane