New paintings and regular art updates.
Seen today, a mirror in a shop, reflected branches. And the bevelled edge was shining with the spectrum. I had walked to the shop and on the way it poured with rain. The sun broke through behind me and I took a photo of a rainbow. But the camera did not save the image because I turned my phone off too quickly. So when I saw a similar effect in the bevelled edges I tried to capture those colours. Lots of things inspire me x
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was mirror. I drew a face reflected in a jug of liquid, sitting on a chequered table cloth. After all anything reflective can be a mirror. I didn’t add the person whose face is reflected. Just being a bit spooky.
Temporary fix…. The mirror we bought at the spares shop wasn’t the right size. Hubby held it while I went to get some insulation tape. Then as I tried to tape the mirror in place… SMASH! He dropped it and it cracked. Luckily we were still at the shop so I bought another one. I’ve booked the car in the garage so I’ve decided just to tape the new broken mirror over the old one. I’ve used the tape over and inside the drivers door so it supports the weight. I can see behind me now and I always use all my mirrors so I should be OK till tomorrow….
This morning I saw the sun shining through the petals of my orchid flowers. I have four plants and they flower for ages, but this is the only one in flower at the moment. I decided to mirror it to create a more abstract, alien image, perhaps a real alien! I adjusted the colour to a more blue grey tone. It was very yellow because of the morning sunlight.
Mirror mirror, on the wall
What do you see, the room at all?
Do you see the world around
Clearly see where you are bound?
Into night, away from day
Where your owner learns to play
Music on the piano.
Making every hour go
So when a face you finally show
The thought is there
A face so fair.
Oh for autumn
Gone away
Not to be seen
For another day
Plants die back
Leaves fall down
Winter comes
And freezes the ground
Warmth has seeped
Away from here
Brilliant sun
No longer near
Frosts and fogs
Are here this year
To chill your bones
Cold winds you hear.
So come back autumn
Come back spring
One more summer
To make me sing.
Drawing of white on black digitally then mirrored it and added a mozaic over part of it. Just playing. Using different ideas and styles. I never keep to one thing…
Feathers,
Cut and cropped
Then twirled
Captured in a frame
They cannot fall
But are held
In crazed glass
Or a cracked mirror,
Life confused by art.
This one works in a strange way, the steps form odd little triangles, it looks like there is a hole with soil layers, the branches shrink into the distance and the sprinkling of snow adds to the contrast. A slight hint of blue adds to the cold feel.
I was passing an antique shop one day when I saw the face of a woman looking back at me from an old cracked and crazed mirror. It’s bronze frame was chipped and pitted with age. The face looked like an old master painting, like a Jacobean lady, with a powdered wig and pale face.
I didn’t know how it was happening but I was drawn inside and paid far too much for it. Minutes later I was walking down the road with a brown paper package under my arm.
That was the beginning of the horror…..
Mallaband-Brown