Where is my pot of gold?
My lottery win.
When does my luck strike,
Tickets worth a million?
But I will chase the dream
Gamble with my life
End the day so low,
No more shining light.
Colours glitter in the sky,
Shimmer in the night,
Then my life is thrown away,
Gold dissolved by rain.
OK that’s not very cheerful but I tried. I guess I should be talking about the colours but the lottery winning numbers were on TV… .
Wip, work in progress. Someone has asked me for a painting of a green woman in green, brown and gold. I’m letting a little bit of red creep in. And turquoise too.
I want to model the shape to make it a bit more 3d so I will need to spend more time on it but it’s come on a lot considering I only started it today!
I actually went to the studio despite having a cold. Once I was in there I pout all the heating on. Snug in there but freezing in the corridors Plus I’m planning a painting of Jupiter. We’ll a tryptich actually. 3 long canvases.. Photos to follow.
I took lots of photos of these trees at a garden centre in Wales. Small and perfectly formed, their colours seem to glow against the dull grey sky. A shaft of sunlight makes the colours explode. Glorious and wonderful.
A lot of the leaves are palmate, meaning hand shaped. The leaves are strongly divided into thinner and thinner strips of crimson red or deep yellow at this time of year. We have an acer in our garden but it always seems to have a white sheen to it. I think it is in the wrong place next to a bigger tree which is robbing it of moisture. I sometimes water it to try and help. It changes to a very dark deep red in autumn and its leaves are less indented, more maple like. With the sun shining through them this morning they look bronze or copper coloured.
I just thought I would try…syllables 5-7-5….
Glowing embers shine
Flying leaves heat the cold sky anew
Autumn falls golden