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.
Dance Curves
Tag: Life
Fallen flowers
Snapped and broken
Lying crushed
Your red heart
Exposed
Squashed,
Cut off in your prime.
Your parents will recover
But you,
Young flower
Petals besmirched,
You have sacrificed
Yourself to the storm
Tuesday flower prompt
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.
Massive thunderstorm and huge(ish) hailstones!
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!
Confused photos
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
Memories?
I forget where.
Three tears
For three years
Confused art
Where to start!
A little doodle
Irritating
Gallery
Learning new song
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
Back yard
Too many flowers
Growing out and round
Hanging baskets
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.
Eye don’t know
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…….
A virus isn’t a person….
Viruses don’t care about people because they are barely alive, it’s possibly not even alive. It’s just a shell surrounding a strand of RNA. When it attaches to receptors on a cell this gets into the cell and makes copies of itself so that new viruses are made.
Viruses don’t think, they are tiny. Saying that they attack people is like saying a thumb tack attacks your feet when you stand on it. The pain happens but it wasn’t caused by the thumb tack but by you for not looking at what you are doing.
Attacking, war, invading, fighting, phrases that anthropomorphise the virus. Making it sound like a human invader. But it’s just in the environment. It gets passed on through contact between humans. On your hands, if you cough or sneeze, on surfaces. Wearing masks and sanitising your hands are there to prevent it being passed on. Getting a vaccine will help you and help others. But the virus is not jumping on people and attacking them. We, us, humans are the way it travels….
Cat paintings
A couple of cat paintings I did for a friend in 2018. The first was a work in progress. I don’t have a photo of the completed painting. I love painting cats, and any other animals. I’ve got a dog painting in progress then I’ve got to paint some purple crabs, that might be interesting! By the way the pink is a chair cover, not part of the paintings.
Mallaband-Brown 