The woman with green eyes stared at her, there was something intense about the gaze. Powerful, insightful. She seemed to look right through the young girl.
Come here, it was an order not a request.
Timidly she stepped across the carpet. The sides of the big tent bellowed in the breeze. Your hand! The girl placed her hand, palm up in the womans larger one.
I see your future, you will marry, you will be happy. But first, you will have pain and worry.
The girl shrank back. Her eyes averted. The woman cupped the girls chin in her free hand and pulled her face gently upwards. The light caught the girls deep brown eyes.
Your sisters are jealous, they will not let you rest. But one night on the strike of midnight your fate will be sealed, and healed!
The girl shook her hand free, it was too much to think about, too much to dream about. Thank you, she had to say it.
The woman smiled, goodbye Cinderella, she said.
How did she know my name?thought the girl.
I saw a face,
I blocked out some of the photo, and added some lines to the result in a sympathetic green colour. The blue mecanopsis flowers form stunning eyes, the concave petals give it depth. The dark purple makes the mouth and upper lips. It’s a almost insect like, perhaps like the head of a dragonfly? I can see antennae on it. It’s something I enjoy doing, playing with images.
The original sketch, with a bit of colour added, I did cat like eyes, added some gold glitter.
Then I used an app a friend recommended called photo director.
I was able to clone a section of the drawing and add a layer of old paint. I think I’m going to like using the app. It’s a bit hit and miss at the moment, but I’m learning all the time…
Today’s challenge on 64 million artists January challenge was to choose the sense that is most important to you.
To me my sight is the most important sense, the ability to discern colours and use them in interesting ways…..
These are a couple of digital art drawings I did on ArtRage oils and Layout a year ago. I played with colours and textures.
Pictures of eyes can stop crime. Amazingly a photo of an eye can stop theft from shops, and I guess keep people from causing problems. These were drawn in ArtRage oils…. Stop looking at me!
Red hair and green eyed, pale skinned, she stood in the garden in the rain. She looked out over the countryside and remembered her old family farm.
Sadness overwhelmed her as she thought of her mother and father. It was ten years ago since they had died and she wished they were still here. She wanted to be able to pick up the phone and talk to them. She’d always called on Sunday nights. Then one day her father was ill, and in hospital, he passed away that night . Later in the same week her mother died of a heart attack, they said she had a broken heart.
All this was long ago, but the longing to be with them never ended. Her sister had stayed on the farm and inherited it. The problem was they didn’t get on anymore. She couldn’t face going home to the farm. She thought of her red hair, her green eyes, but she had no fire in her mind, no jealousy in her thoughts. The outside did not signify how she felt. She went in and closed the back door.
That look says
I see you,
There is no escape,
I will watch you
And when you are not looking,
I will pounce.
I will just stare
My two big eyes
Against your eight.
Argh! Pollen count is really high today, I’ve taken a Hay-fever tablet and my nose is mildly itchy, but my eyes! I’m rubbing them so hard that it hurts. I need to get some eyedrops but it’s too high a pollen level to want to go out. So I’m waiting till later till the tablet takes effect.
I started getting Hay-fever at a young age when I would wake up with what I called “sleep” in my eyes, all gunged up. Then when I was a teenager about to do my exams it got worse. The sneezing and coughing. Walking about unable to see because of my blurry eyes.
I think I’m growing out of it a bit, but it might just be because we don’t have any grass nearby. My garden is full of trees and flowers which I’m OK with. It’s grass, and particularly Timothy grass that effects me. Timothy grass is used by local councils for grass verges so it can be ubiquitous.
Anyway my tablet is kicking in. So I’m off out. Bye
What’s going on? My cat turns to stone when he sits in the bathroom. He stares out of the window. I think he sees the movement of the birds feeding out of the frosted glass.
He is fascinated by the sound of them landing on the bathroom roof. They sound like they are tap dancing across the roof.
If I wanted another stationary photo of him I would have to take photos on the bathroom. That is where he is at his quietest unless he is sleeping but then you don’t see his beautiful eyes.
Put a picture of an eye or eyes up on a wall or building and crime drops. People are apparently influenced by an image of an eye. Perhaps that is why the story the handmaid’s tale uses the phrase “under his eye” as part of its narrative.
Eyes are all seeing, interrogative, piercing, but also are described as honest, kind, thoughtful, gentle.
Eyes are the windows of the soul. The look of longing, watching, friendship. Caring eyes. Intelligent eyes. So many descriptions. Your eyes weep, cry, shed tears.
Eyes linger on a sunset, watch the television, look back in anger. Using your eyes to see. Recognise your friends and family……
Dont let your eyes darken, grow clouded, become opaque with cataracts. Blink away tears.
Glance at the sky, watch a bird in flight, look at your watch, wear mascara. Stare at the world. Close your eyes, and, sleep.