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.
I’ve been woken after two hours sleep by a headache. My shoulders are also aching and my nose feels stuffed up. I thought I was doing remarkably well to avoid the festive lurgy that lurks at this time of year, but maybe not.
Two paracetamol and a cup of warm decaff coffee is all I can take to ward off this possible cold. I won’t say it’s worse than that because I don’t know yet… .
If I start snuffling or sneezing or even coughing I shall know then….
Going back to sleep. Night all.
But then you probably guessed that….
My favourite colour as a child was red, not pink….but hot , bright red. Some people say red is orange when it is bright, but I disagree.
I’m lucky to have full colour vision (even if it is a bit blurry) my other senses might not be so good but I love the bright cerulean blue of the sky. I love emerald green..Orange oranges, the brown, purple, greens of tree trunks…
Where would I be without the varied colours of the sea. Grey’s, blues, aquatic turquoise, even muddy orange when there has been a storm that drags soil or sand out into the water.
Yellows that make my heart sing. When I first moved into my own home I remember painting a room bright yellow. Like walking into pure sunlight.
Black and deep purple give contrast to stark white. But white and black can be warm or cold, just add a bit of red or blue to change the hue…
I love metallics too. I put them into my paintings to add interest…
So ask me what colour I hate? Not one, none, zero…. x
I’ve been playing with various apps again to create digital hearts. Using kaleidoscope, picsart and the filters in instagram you can change the appearance of your drawings quite radically…..it made me think of using the words that go with hearts……
My heart goes out to you,
Though you are far away.
Sending 💕💕💕 across the sky,
Across the sea.
Friendship can last a thousand years,
If you tie your heart to a ribbon,
And let it fly ………
I dont know where my poems come from, they are written in the moment. I just love words and art. I think we are very lucky to be able to share ideas and thoughts so quickly. When I had imagined my future as a child it was always that I would grow up to be an artist drawing and painting. Not using computers and saturating or changing the hue of drawings I had made on them. What an interesting and strange world we live in…
I hope my posts are not too random!
I’m having a clear out/spring clean, and I found this sketchbook underneath a foot stool that isn’t used very often.
I always have to look in to see what I was doing, this was an orange book with nice thick cartridge paper, spiral bound so you can flip the pages and not end up trying to draw into the crease between them.
So I saw pictures of landscapes and some portraits.
I had clearly dated them so I know they were done over a couple of weeks in June 2011. I dont remember my health then, but I must have taken the week off from work and gone up to Yorkshire and also North Wales….
While these are black and white pencil sketches, I think they give enough detail so that you can understand the views I saw. I dont think they are that accurate, but I sometimes prefer drawing to photography. I have joined a group of urban sketchers, but I dont get out often enough these days.
The portraits are just about OK. I feel like they are all flawed in some way. Perhaps I had done them too rapidly ? I don’t think the fact that there is a drawing of a pint of beer in there is of too much importance. I must have been feeling in need of refreshment, the drawing by the river was at a pub in Saltaire and I think I drew the landscape while we stopped for lunch and a drink.
The sketch of the lighthouse is at Talacre beach in Wales. The figure at the top us actually a sculpture of a person. I dont think its safe to enter and in any case I think the door is locked.
I will keep this short. I dont want it to turn into one if those “slides of landscapes I took on holiday” moments!
G’night cat my coffee’s getting cold,
I’m ready for bed,
And I’m feeling rather old….
G’night cat I must do as I’m told
Get your beauty sleep,
Drift off upon a cloud……
G’night cat but your purrs are getting loud
Well 10 minutes more
Til my dreams of you unfold……