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.