New paintings and regular art updates.
What did I hear?
What did you say?
So many rumours fly this way..
What someone thought
What myth revealed?
What does this days news report ?
Breaking stories,
The fakes are out
Telling us all in loud shout.
The world is ending
Or soon will fall,
Is there nothing
To do at all?
Step back,
Breathe deeply
Take a break,
Switch off your phone,
Some news IS fake.
Instead you should
Go rest and sleep.
Maybe tomorrow
Sense will seep
Into your mind
Into your dreams
“Hope springs eternal”
It now seems.
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I just drew these flowers, then tried to position them as borders for the edge of a page. The thing wasn’t working so I added blank pages to make it more of a border. I’d taken a photo of the drawing so there was shadow on the paper. I made a bit of a mess trying to use an airbrush tool on it, so there are some areas which are a bit to shady round the flowers. Then I decided to see how I could use it for a poem, so I wrote it line by line. Positioning each line in turn.
It’s not brilliant, but it’s not something I’ve done before.
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You stare, and think.
You watch and wait.
Time for food?
Time for love?
Time to play…
You know what you want
How to get under my skin.
You just have to look at me.
Close your eyes slowly,
And the food is in your bowl.
No mercy!
You are obeyed.
I shone a bright torch on our disco ball (yes I’ve got one) took a photo, then another one with the torch on a lower power. Duplicated the photos, and ended up with a couple of interesting pictures that are quite abstract…..
Playing with shapes and light is fun.
Experimental things teach you
How to make new things.
If you don’t try,
You never learn….
Dancing at a barn dance,
putting up an exhibition,
displaying art on my craft stall.
Walking along the canal,
cycling through the countryside,
taking tea at a posh teashop.
Visiting a castle,
looking out to sea,
feeling the wind in my hair.
I’m glad I’m not
suffering from hunger,
hiding from bombs,
frightened and missing my family.
Too poor to buy medicine,
and all the time oppressed.
I may wish for things,
but I’m lucky to have things.
Cat
Why can’t you look at me?
why won’t you stay still,
always moving,
except when you sleep….
Even then you chase mice.
feet flailing,
galloping across dreaming gardens,
or hazy, cobwebbed fields.
Cat, statuesque,
gorgeous, flexible, strong,
you won’t keep still
and be drawn.
I’m tired
A bit lonely,
I have company,
But it isn’t easy.
I should ring you
I should speak,
But I hesitate,
I wait.
And all alone,
But yet, together,
My mind is caught,
My brain is baffled.
My shoulders tight.
I am alone,
In the end,
All alone.
Lonely.
The world is growing fast
But I ache
More things to do,
I ache..
Plants to tend and pot up.
I hurt.
Too much tending,
Too much weeding,
Too much trimming and pruning.
Using sinews I forgot I had.
Back aches,
Shoulder aches.
Hands hurt.
Don’t overdo things?
After years of neglect
My garden is being manicured,
And I ache.
Arching branches across the water
Filtering sunlight
Reflecting green and brown and grey.
Sunlight shimmers off the surface,
Cutting through you view,
Scattering rays
Branches fathomed in deep waters.
Silenced birds
Hidden tangles.
Trees trapped and caged,
Then all at once.
Release.
The sky, bright blue.
Clouds of cherry blossom
float above the ground,
tied down to branches,
so they don’t soar up,
creating pink and white billows,
high up in the cerulean sky.
Blossoming petals,
snowing down in the breeze,
landing on soil and paths,
scattered by the breeze.
Cotton candy flowers,
nourishing the bees.
Mallaband-Brown