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I saw you in a dream
Echoing through my head
High on a hill,
Climbing a crag
Cycling on narrow roads
Blossom twined in your hair
Life in the 70’s
All love and peace
Working at Machynlleth
You saw Dylan
At the isle of Wight
Your free spirit
Was my joy untold
When I met you, so bold
Never enough time to be
In that world with you
Dragged into work
Instead of adventure
With you.
Supermoon shakes in the window
My poor nearsighted eyes make it dance
Layers of lemon cheese
with green salad leaves
Like nettle wrapped Cornish Yarg…
Slivers of moonlight sparkle
Watery eyes observe
See through my sight eagerly
Learn a new way to view.
She wasn’t going to watch the Olympics in Paris, it was on the TV but she knew if she watched her countries athletes they would lose.
In the last games she had watched assiduously and each and every player had come to grief. The swimmer hit her head on the wall as she tried to tumble turn. The cyclist had a puncture, the gymnast got tangled up in the rings. No she could not watch.
But then, the first days results were on the news. There were mishaps galore. Maybe it wasn’t her mental influence that was causing disasters? She realised she should watch, and enjoy. She didn’t realise that it was an alien who had infiltrated her countries team. Until he left they were jinxed. He was investigating the emotion despair and this was merely a scientific experiment for him.
An imagined cat on a white wall. The plants make it feel like a courtyard. I had fun with the paint mixing different tones and colours . The cat is a ginger tabby staring out of the painting. Acrylic on canvas.
A strange little doodle of a blue coloured bird, just experimental play with the Artrage app. It not exactly exciting, I just wanted to try an get an idea down of what a bird would look like. I’ve got several criticisms, the neck is probably too short, the tail too long and basically the colour is far too bright. It’s like the bird has had a can of paint poured over it! But I’ll call it done.
Tuesdays #bandofsketchers prompt was Sky. I’ve always wanted to see the aurora borealis (northern lights). Apparently it’s been visible in the UK recently but as usual it was cloudy here. So here’s my imagined, finger painting in Artrage.
In my dreams I’ve flown to Mars
Months in space beyond our globe.
Spinning microgravity ship
Holds me in its gentle arms
Final days and then descent
Falling through a cold thin air.
Retro rockets saved the day
Landing on a desert of red.
Never going there again
Cost too much and I’m afraid
I’d never spend another night
On Elesyums Planitia’s slopes of red
I’d rather spend my dreams in bed.
An astronaut? Not me, I’ve said.
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was ‘mol’ I did an abstract art idea of ‘mol’-ecules… Hubby criticised it for not being accurate! I tried to explain that I wanted to make it look like a thing with movement with ‘electrons’ and sub atomic particles whizzing around…
Looking down into the water I saw a reflected horse, brown and white with a dark mane. Pleased to see some life around me I looked up from the reflection, but there was nothing there. Only an old tree overhanging the water, flecked with red and brown leaves, that was all, then the sky and a wooden fence….
I looked back down into the water, it was murky now, covered with ripples from the wind, no sign of my previous vision.
I stood up and started walking around the path. The lake was not big and it took me ten minutes to walk through the grass and sedges to the gate. The lake was in a dip so it was soon disappearing behind me. Flowers and hedges shimmering in the sun. I looked back over my shoulder and saw a horses head appearing out of the water, it stepped onto the bank, it started to trot, gallop, it was moving fast towards me. Covered in pond weed, mud slipping off its coat, steaming in the sunshine. I RAN as fast as I could. I could feel its breath on my neck as I reached the gate and flew through it. I stumbled and looked up. Just the sky with white clouds scudding by. No water horse!
Flood fill, low opacity, changes an image I drew a couple of days ago in Artrage. The white patches were created using either the eraser tool or a spray tool (I can’t remember). Adding light to a drawing can make an object look more three dimensional. As if a chink of light has found it’s way in through a gap in a curtained window or a hole in a roof.
Who is she? Could she be from an ancient Celtic tribe, perhaps a Bronze or Iron age person. I might make designs for jewellery for her.
Mallaband-Brown