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Just a simple ArtRage oils app drawing…..
I’m mesmerised by colours,
by petals shimmering in the breeze.
Water goes deep in the earth
and shapes the roots
raises a stem,
Leaves unfurl
and a flower opens
petals pink and bright.
Birds and bees sip the nectar,
pollen mixes and seeds set.
Now the flower fades
But next year
another flower will bloom.
Don’t look at me like that. It’s scary, she said. The screen stared back, green glaring eyes and red scaled skin. Only the slow movement of its pupils indicated life. The screen had been blank up until a few minutes ago. A voice had said humans were under control by the Jranson Collective and if all people worked with them they would be spared destruction.
She scanned her phone. The same image was being sent to it. All computer services are in our power, said the staring eyes. Do not attempt to attack us.
What the devil can we do? She thought. Nothing came to mind, but maybe? She picked up the land-line phone, a steady dialling tone greeted her. Now what’s the Doctors number? she thought.
I’m enjoying watching a TV programme called the Great celebrity painting challenge. One thing they had to do thus week was to try and draw movement. They practiced painting chickens and then goldfish and then had the puppet horse from the play warhorse on. It’s full horse sized, representing the horse called Joey in the story.
While I was watching the TV I had a go at drawing a horse moving. Thus is just a doodle it’s not based on the actual puppet. My horse is slightly rearing and raising its front legs.
It’s fun to play with form and to try and work out how things go together. I also think using interesting colours can work to make it more original.
Eyes, looking up from below
Bubbles, trickling from the waters depths,
A fishes mouth and gill’s
Scales with a metallic sheen
Jenny lurks below.
Hidden in the weeds
Pike like teeth behind those lips
Clawed hands stir the water
Webbed between fingers and toes.
Bubbles reflected in her eyes.
She sees the feet of a child,
Dabbling on the waters edge,
One grab and down it goes.
Jenny Greenteeth has struck again.
Digital drawing, done quickly after watching an art challenge programme on TV. I used ArtRage oils free app. Then I decided to write a poem to verbally illustrate it.
Sad Face
Eyes unfocused
Thinking of a sad place
Ready to weep,
Memories to keep
Warmly wrapped in love.
Sad face
Can you ever be
Happy again?
Lost in a reverie
Of memory
Sad face
Long face
Long may you seek
Peace.
I used to spend a lot more time on digital drawings. This one got printed on a mug just for fun. It’s based on cats eyes. I decided to duplicate it in the layout app I have after initially drawing it in ArtRage oils. I don’t quite remember how I managed to draw the details, probably using my computer tablet not my mobile phone which I tend to use now.
I’m gradually collecting these images off my computer as they pop up on my previous memories page on Facebook. Every day something different, that I forgot about, is there, and I ponder what thoughts were going through my mind all those years ago.
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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…
