Being owlish I look carefully at things,
I see them from my flying wings.
I hoot with laughter when I hear a joke.
I spy mice and voles at a stroke,
Will my owlish brain outwit you?
Never know what hit you?
I swoop down so soft and quiet
To consume my rodent diet….
My talons and beak are sharp
Winging down over hill and park.
A barn to rest in is all I ask.
A nest to build is my task.
My eggs and chicks they grow fast
Gobble up food, a tasty repast.
Then once they are grown the fledge
And out to the world they emerge.
So this old owl will towoo some more.
To hear the twit of my Amore.
The black and grey ones could be turned into prints to go on bags, badges, coasters or tee shirts. That’s what I would like to do, create designs for printing onto things including cards.
I was contacted a few years ago by a company that would have done it for me. But when I looked into the ratings for them they were not good. People were not getting things delivered on time. Artists were not being paid. The quality of the printing was not up to scratch. I decided against working with them but I would like the opportunity to do something like that. I’m chatting with a friend about what to do.
Sometimes you just have to let go,
Surprise yourself and others
With something new
A different hue,
Pebbles in a universe of colour,
Patterns on patterns
Textures and flashes
Giving new thought oxygen
Allowing it to breathe or burn….
“And what is Life?—An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still repeated dream;
Its length?—A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought;
And happiness?—A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.”
[From ‘What is Life?’ (1820) by John Clare]
I just read this quote and thought about what I would love to see. My friend recently visited Iceland and was lucky to see the aurora borealis. I decided to try and draw it since I haven’t had the opportunity to see one. I was surprised to find out they can be colours other than green which is caused by Nitrogen ions in the atmosphere. The pink is from Oxygen.
The magnetic North Pole of the Earth is drifting towards the actual North Pole at several kilometers a year. There is speculation about what is causing this. But as the Earth’s has a molten iron core it causes a magnetic feild generated by the movement of the Iron. The earth’s magnetic feild may flip (it has before) and so the aurora may drift further south.
The magnetic feild lines emerge from the poles like a bar magnet. This is where the Earth’s magnetosphere is at its weakest and the solar wind, which is made up of charged particles, comes down the magnetic lines and causes the gases in atmosphere to glow.
I wish I had more knowledge about it and I hope one day I will see it.
Five years ago I had been part of an online art group called Sketchfu. It was a large site and I was one of the moderators. It had a simple drawing programme with five sizes of pens, a colour picker, 50 or 60 colours and opacity controls. And yet people were creating art, drawings, enjoying the thrill of sharing their art work. It was like a small WordPress for artists.
Then it all went wrong. The owners became less available. More text was being published as younger contributors got interested in writing blogs instead of drawing. The moderators were not told about what was going on and the owners started promoting a new site. Eventually it was announced the old sketchfu site would close.
On that day I lost a lot of friends I managed to keep a few. They are still around even 5 years later but I do miss all those others I met online.
We both are tired out. I have a cold and I think he’s caught it off me. I decided to try and draw him in a simple drawing app. It’s more fun than sitting watching TV. I guess I must be starting to feel a bit better.
I must start going back to life drawing. I was doing it last year, then the nights got dark and cold and I stopped. I realise I’ve stopped doing a few things over the last couple of months. I don’t know if it’s the lack of sunlight or depression, but I feel a bit housebound. Trying to snuggle up and be safe. Life gets like that sometimes.
I’m using my tablet so I can draw in sketcher free which allows you to draw flowing spiralling lines.
Is she singing ?
Or listening to birdsong?
Will it fly,
Or has it landed
I the wind is streaming,
Or she is running?