New paintings and regular art updates.
Gallop, race, run, jump.
The horse runs free.
Soar over hedges and fences,
Fly across the hills.
White horse of chalk
Black horse of earth.
Where are your wings?
You fly so high.
Graceful and beautiful
Full of energy
Vibrant with power.
Fleeing from capture
Running from man
Escape to the hills
Straight as an arrow
Sharp as a beam of light,
Disappear into night.
Then the horse becomes the unicorn…
This rascal likes to get in boxes and I often put one in the kitchen so he can sleep in the warm.
I can stroke his cheeks and nose, but try giving him a belly rub and the claws come out. I don’t know if it’s because he’s being terratorial or if he’s showing me he’s boss He doesn’t mind my partner tickling his tummy.
He’s not scared of me and is usually purring loudly when he attacks. I think it’s play fighting. My hands have been clawed these last couple of days though. Then I read all the diseases you can catch off cats….. Maybe that’s what’s up with me?
Glaring in the mirror. Don’t know if it’s a reflection or your brother?
I thought I would draw this after seeing a beautiful painting of a lion on the TV. I didn’t manage to do it that well so I’ve been playing with colour and this is the result. It’s just fun to play…
The title came from the idea that they are looking at each other. It could be that they are separate animals or that it’s one lion and a reflection.
You fly over
Huge wings beating the air
Flight
Hooves hook round
Black and white waves
Shimmer in the sun.
Glossy coat and wings.
Look down on the world
Prance and dance
Across the sky
Strike sparks and shards
Shooting stars
Joy.
This is Gracie my little cat friend / fiend. She does insist on coming to greet me by stratching up and clawing my lower legs and knees. Seamus her brother jumps up and kneads my knees with his claws out. Consequently I’m covered in tiny puncture wounds.
Cats are characters, just like people. They have their own foibles and ways of doing things. No matter how I try and discourage her by disentangling her claws she keeps coming back and doing it again.
Anyway here is Gracie , looking sweet. With machinations in mind.
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Good morning,
I hope you are having a pleasant day.
The sun is shining
and the cats are at play.
Playing hide and seek
behind a small shoe.
My eyes are hidden
so I must be too?
Jumping in the bath,
under the tap.
Your water bowls there but
there’s a drip you must lap.
Now you are sleeping
together as one,
Dreaming cat dreams
curled up in the sun.
Now you are washing
cat yoga for you.
Stretching and bending
is what you must do.
So cats they have logic
all of their own
The way to do things?
They won’t be shown…..
Gracie sniff stick ,
Bite stick,
Fight stick
Chew it,
Subdue it,
Ignore it…..
That’s exactly what she did. We used to have a cat toy tied to the stick but she pulled that off. The stick has been sitting there, patiently, minding it’s own business. So of course I decided to tease Gracie. She immediately Sniffed it and batted it with her paws. Then she started chewing the tip so I moved it away. As soon as it was still again she ignored it…. So I wrote this poem just for fun.
this is another work in progress. Little owl, acrylic on canvas.
The smallest species of owl in the country I think. I’m adding holly branches to make it more seasonal.
The picture is about 6 inches by 4 inches. I want to work on the feathers and legs and feet.
Those eyes look like they are about to blink at me, and I can imagine the soft but strong feathers fluffed up against a north wind…
As the nursery rhyme goes. .
The North Wind shall blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what shall poor Robin do then?
Poor thing!
He’ll sit in a barn,
And kerp himself warm,
And tuck his head under his wing
Poor thing!
This is a half painted picture which I thought could be turned into a story.
The Tiger who hid is based on the green man myth, but instead of a human face I started to paint a cat, but with leaves hiding part of its face. I also thought of the tiger in the jungle painting by Henri Rousseau? (not sure if that’s the correct name).
I imagine the tiger protecting itself not only by the camouflage of its stripes. But also by using leaves and branches to hide. So that it becomes indistinguishable from the background. I can see the idea in my mind, the book would be full of illustrations. The Tiger would be kind and would persuade people in the end that its family should live. I don’t know if this makes sense. But it might be fun to try and put together.
Let me just say. I have strange ideas sometimes. I’ve already painted a cat fish, and by looking at this painting of a dog fish you can probably guess what it looks like!
Continuing with my Green Man idea I have also painted another free figure. I decided to use a more graphic style for both of them.
The tablet I use is getting very slow and this bit of typing is taking ages so I will leave it at that for tonight .
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Mallaband-Brown