New paintings and regular art updates.
Thank you Facebook for reminding me that I drew this when David Bowie died.
I didn’t realise how much his music meant to me. But he was there throughout my life. I can’t remember all his songs, but some of them really were Wonderful. Now I try to remember the titles I can’t! I’m useless with music, I have a blank spot. But I loved his music anyway.
I can’t remember how I did this. 
It’s a few years old and I’ve used various drawing apps, so I can’t remember exactly what I used to get these effects. Does it matter? I guess if I want to replicate it. I feel my brain fizzing as I look at it, what was I thinking when I drew it? Some thoughts about illustration, about science, come to mind. I like it!
cheered myself up with this digital doodle, ArtRage oils app followed by work in a sketcher app. The ArtRage one allows you to smear colour across the image, then using a drawing tool in the sketcher to draw lines over it and then a glitter pen to give it a bit of sparkle….
Found a digital drawing I did in 2016 on my Facebook memories. This was drawn on ArtRage free app. Black cats are not that popular, robably because of the myth that they are witches familiars. I just like how they look, like mini panthers or jaguars.
Black cats are proud creatures, mainly short-haired although I have seen long-haired ones. They can cause some allergies because their dandruff seems to trigger things. But I don’t think that’s a problem.
Black cats crossing your path are considered good luck in Britain, but unlucky in the USA. It’s funny how things can be so opposite in these countries. As they say America and Britain are two countries seperated by the same language. Anyway I still like black cats.
The Crystal Skull, with creeping electrical charges, shining on a granite plynth…….
She stood in the ancient barrow, staring at the image, shocked that something like this could be in such an ancient place. They has walked in through the back entrance, which was closest to the road. On the way back to the caravan site. They liked visiting ancient monuments, standing stones and triliths, so this had been a must see. They had torches so it was easy to crouch down under the stones and worm their way in. They expected to enter a hollow chamber, with a flat stone seat or altar- but not this? Not something out of myth and time.
The crystal gleamed strongly in the torch light, and yet it seemed flattened somehow? Then the voice spoke, in a Birmingham accent ‘you’re safe here!’ ‘it’s a hologram! Part of the theme for Halloween, if you’d come in the front you would have seen the banners’.
Sure enough as they left the tomb they could see signs ‘Grand opening’ ‘special event’. ‘Yes we haven’t got the money to do archaeology properly any more. It’s the cuts in grants, that’s the way things are these days’, he said quietly. ‘That’s the real horror’.
I haven’t done much digital drawing lately. This was done in the free ArtRage app. I was just messing around with complementary colours, in this case red and green. I might lay around with hues and tones in a later iteration of this. It’s only a finger painting really, using metallic and non metallic digital paints.
I should try and copy a photo or use the other ArtRage app I have which is the pro version. I also could play with photoshop. I will think about it when things quieten down a bit.
First a fall and then a cold, I’ve not really done much blogging over the last couple of weeks. I’ve been resting and sitting and staring. Looking at canvases and thinking what I should do. I’ve got a craft fair coming up and I need to do some basically Christmassy art, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t really do cute and my mind feels befuddled. At least I’ve got more than a week to go to the big one. But will I get some cards printed. I’m going to have to push myself as soon as I feel better. The digital drawing illustrating this piece pretty much sums up how I feel.
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Unicorn,
Now you appear,
Suddenly visible.
Myth from camouflage.
Hidden revealed.
Equine beauty,
Immortal photons.
Light shines through you,
Pulses across the stars.
You may not be real,
But you are to me.
One of my favourite artists is Escher. His endless staircase and morphing fish into birds always intrigued me.
There is his self portrait which shows a hand holding a mirrored metallic globe. In it you see a bearded man. The image looks like a fisheye lens, the room around him is curved as the reflection follows the shape of the sphere. I think there are bookcases and stairs and windows reflected in it.
I only posted this because my drawing in homage to his came up on my Facebook memories today. It’s a digital drawing done on my Wacom tablet before my computer stopped working. That reminds me I must get it fixed……
Crying,
In sadness, in anger,
With fear, with hope.
Crying out loud,
Crying with happiness,
Relief.
Crying in dismay.
I cried loudly.
Cry, at the drop of a hat.
Cry-baby
Cry-ogenic
It never gets old
Tears of sadness and happiness.
Mallaband-Brown