New paintings and regular art updates.
The sun rise is later every day
The birds still wake and sing
At the same time
Their day stretches
From wing tip to wing tip
Music soaring before the sun
Even when night is darkest
Before the dawn
They know to sing…
The liquid notes of the robin
Pierce the night.
Blurry photo of a heron chilling out on the canal bank today. It leant forward a few times and looked into the murky brown water but then resumed it’s original position again. I guess it must have seen a fish.
We have previously seen people magnet fishing in the canal, they said they sometimes find things, but nothing valuable. Is a shopping trolley or bike frame worth it? I guess you can weigh things in for scrap. In the meantime I hope the heron got his dinner!
Farewell little Bluebird,
You will never tweet again
X marks the spot where you sat
Crossed out by a new logo
Time to say goodbye X
Two versions, one digital drawings. When you have done something don’t be afraid to play with filters. It may or may not pay off, but you don’t know if you don’t try.
I need to get my paints out and do some real painting instead of doodling here. It’s OK, but a screen isn’t ideal for artwork. It gives me pleasure to do things, keeps my hand in, but it’s not much more than finger painting? Although looking at David Hockneys digital work it can be so much more. Just keep learning and practicing…
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was guess.. Guess what bird this is? A teet owl….? Just a silly digital cartoon drawing using Artrage and trying to use all the different tools on the app.
Drew over yesterday’s monster to create something else. A little parrot or budgie? If I don’t do anything else artistic I’m still doing doodles. Still using Artrage app to draw interesting images. It’s just an imaginary bird. Tomorrow is a new day, perhaps I can do something more than a sketch. X
Tuesdays #bandofsketchers prompt was View. We have a Robin flitting round the garden. Rather than drawing a real landscape I tried to draw our bird table and vegetation. I sketched the Robin from a photo because it wouldn’t stay still long enough to photograph! Felt pen drawing.
Black bird
Swooping down
from the sky
Wings tucked in,
Falling fast
Ready to grab
A morsel
from the ground.
A bit of grain.
Or a tasty snail?
Swoop and flash
It’s gone up high
Searching
Again.
It’s just after 5am now. I got up because my toes hurt (gout?) on the other foot to the one I had broken my toenail on. Long boring story…
Anyway it’d still dark so I’m sitting here by the light of a standard lamp and trying to sleep with my foot uncovered so there’s no pressure on it.
But through the window I can hear the lilting song of what I think is either a Robin or a Blackbird. I haven’t heard them in the morning during the winter, so I guess spring might just be on the way. It’s lovely to hear them, possibly marking out their territory in the tangled trees and bushes we call our garden. Mind you they have to be aware of the local cats. Mine are all inside snuggled up, but I hope they are singing high up in the branches. X
Tuesdays #bandofsketchers prompt was bird. This is based on the mad drawings of birds I drew as a child. I later found out about the potters the Martin Brothers? Who did salt glazed ugly birds!
Mallaband-Brown