I see an alien, green figure in this landscape. By playing with filters you can get surreal effects. I think this had a feeling of ancient topiary. I used a texture and mirroring filter to change it and make it more interesting I hope.
You took my hand, held it tightly. Dragged me up the hill to the viewpoint.
We stared across the tree tops, across the views of hills and valleys. There were old houses and modern warehouses where there used to be fields. It’s gone, you said, our youth and the beauty that was once here.
Remember when we had strength? When hills were virtually flat? When colours were bright and gaudy.
The trees were shorter then, we could see further. We used to hold hands and more. Now, we are lost, can our hearts stay forever together? The hill is steep nowadays. But we walk hand in hand.
For Thursdays #bandofsketchers prompt curved .
I couldn’t resist looking for curves on the net. I looked up Dance Curves and found some line drawings by Kandinsky from 1926. I sort of amalgamated the figure and the curves.
Snapped and broken
Your red heart
Cut off in your prime.
Your parents will recover
You have sacrificed
Yourself to the storm
Tuesdays #bandofsketchers prompt was flower. I decided to do a collage of a flower… I was going to draw a hanging basket but they got bashed in the hail from a thunderstorm. So I decided to create something from post it notes and coloured paper. Also holographic paper and black calligraphy pen.
Wow! I’ve ever seen hailstones this big. I know there are bigger ones but these re the biggest I’ve ever seen…
It’s already melted, but it was so heavy my plants were bashed. Now? Bright sunshine. Mad weather, global warming? Could be, the thunderstorms these days are bad ass!
Darn! I decided to clean up my photos, and suddenly they are all mixed up! Photos from 2018 ahead of 2021!
I’ve got photos I need, I will have to edit them to push some of them forward I hope?
They are still there though.. But how irritating!
Out of order,
Out of time
I forget where.
For three years
Where to start!
A little doodle
Learning a new song, 40 working horses about them and baker boys. It’s about when bakers delivered the bread by horse and cart. We were learning the song and I tried to draw a horse with the harness (although I don’t know exactly how it works), 40 X stands for the number in the song.
I do love drawing horses, when I was about ten I remember drawing a dappled grey horse and selling it to a friend for sixpence! (Old British money) X
Too many flowers
Growing out and round
Decked out and grand.
Pots filled with lots
Of colours and shapes
Joy to my heart
These flower baskets make.
A real riot of colour
Blooming in my heart
And the heart
Of the city.
What is that? I can see something. It’s dark but shining. Glowing from within. Like a coal surrounded by a gas flame. But it’s floating in the air and it’s big. Huge, still, hot, but not very, a sort of terrifying? No one else seems bothered.
Cars are driving around. People walking. I can see it but they can’t. I don’t understand. I don’t know what to think. Is it in my mind, my imagination? Am I hallucinating? I will try and get closer and see…….