New paintings and regular art updates.
Well I don’t like this swinging line
To other users it might be fine
But irritating I think it is
To see stats displayed like this
It gives me vertigo like I’ve drunk wine!
…….
Oops! They are there! You have to slide the screen sideways!
Sometimes my pen drifts
Across the paper
Black pen and colour
Shading over the lines
Faces and a donkey?
Why not play
Create a design
Learn and develop
Experience and experiment.
Once I had a drawing (this took thirty minutes), I played with different filters to create different effects. This was using the negative filter on my phone. I have so many sketches and sketch books that I think I ought to store together. I also have thousands of photos on my phone. It’s a way of keeping memories and meaning. But sometimes the photos you really want are the ones you never remembered to tske…
This is a photo I digitally played with a few months ago. It sums up how I feel at the moment. I do not want to feel like this, honestly.
It’s hard to be positive at the moment, but I am trying. I am still writing three gratitudes a day and they are helping. If you try and think of three small things that give you a little boost each day it seems to lift your spirits slightly. So I’m on day fifty of them. It’s not a solution to the blues, but it does seem to help me.
Palpitating
Beating
Shuddering
Ticking
Heart ache
Soft
Emotions
Feelings
Meaning
Healthy
Pumping
Pressure
Blood
Peaceful
Heart
Love
❤️
May 2020. This is an urban sketch because its ouside drawn in real time. I’m pleased with some of the details I added, like our plastic garden chair with the cut out curves in the back. When I sat and drew our then outside cat sitting by the summerhouse door. I haven’t been in the summer house much since then. I guess things got to me a bit. I didn’t shake then… I need to start feeling like I can be less isolated. But because my balance isn’t as good I always feel like I might tumble over. My hubby is good at leaving things in the way and I’m rubbish at bending over to move them. How did I get like this? It’s easier to hide away in the house. I need to try and sort myself out, but just getting doctors appointments is difficult. Anyway enough feeling sorry for myself. X
Just to sit
at a table,
half of beer,
in my hand,
a quiet river,
flowing by.
A dream of freedom,
no distractions,
quiet and relaxing
time to rest.
No stress no worries,
just a dream,
the world passing
slowly leaving
me behind.
Image by N. F. Mirza from her book.
I don’t do reviews…
But (you know one was coming). I just sat down to read ” Swinging Sanity” a book of poetry by my friend N. F. Mirza, who I know as ‘stoneronarollercoaster’ at WordPress.
I’ve known her for a while and found out she was a writer and now a published poet. Her book is a small volume. But it’s full to bursting with poetry full of emotion. As she moves through life, using it to discover her mental health and wellbeing.
The poems are forceful, I’m no poetry critic, but I found them easy to read. Some of them touched raw nerves, and you can see her heart torn open in many of them. I particularly liked Ocean and I become one.
ISBN 9798618202992.
She was staring straight ahead.
Looking into the distance,
Into the past or the future?
No one knows.
Staring hard, vision blurred,
Tears forgotten.
Memory faded.
Staring at what?
Old hysteria?
New apathy?
Hidden thoughts,
Was it fate?
No one will ever know.
Don’t you know I love you?
Don’t you know I care about you?
It’s bleak out here
It’s cold and grey.
My heart is lost, broken, destroyed.
It hurts that you don’t care,
It hurts that you’ve gone away,
You are here in body but not in spirit,
You changed before my eyes
Your memory has glazed over
Milky white, foggy, out of focus
I can’t break in, I can’t get close
I still love you
Won’t you remember to love me too?
Mallaband-Brown