New paintings and regular art updates.
Just a couple of views from my windows.
See that?
It’s plants and trees
Green stuff
To help us breathe.
It’s made of wood
Or green leaves
Flowers too
To frame the view.
Inside and out
On sill and in pot
My view is enhanced
By all these plants.
It’s late again
It’s hot again,
The pubs busy over the road
People walk by, shouting
Enjoying the heat
Banging car doors
Revving engines
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
I can’t sleep,
The heat holds me in its hand,
Stifling my body,
The noises throb in my ears
I need sleep!
I can’t be there to hug you,
I can feel your pain.
I can’t be there and see you,
Reassure you again.
I want to hold your hand,
And say it will be OK.
Show you that it’s not a problem.
Show you that it’s not important….
But it is to you.
I can’t see your face.
I can’t read your mind.
But I can send love.
Segment of orange
To be dipped in icing sugar
Shaded with grey dust
Cratered and pocked
Darkness of space
Infinite and black
Wrapped around
Orb of rust
Canyons and mountains
Greatest Volcano
Olympus Mons
Stands tall
Carbon dioxide ices
Covering poles
Dust storms covet your land.
The invisible man took a bath
Cleaned his toes
Washed his nose.
Washed behind his ears
Under his brows.
The invisible man
Dripped water
Everywhere
In the bathroom
After his shower.
The invisible man
Tried to shave.
He was brave.
Invisible blood
Everywhere!
My hubby shouted to tell me he had made a rainbow today. The hose was spraying water and the sunlight was behind us and bright.
In one of the photos there is even a double rainbow.
Rainbow
Coloured with light,
shining with sparkles,
water in flight.
Rainbow
glittering brightly,
wonderful vision
droplets so spritely.
Rainbow
water drops glisten
spectrum of sound
making you listen.
Rainbow
to see your smiling bow
happy to watch
your coloured sparks flow.
I want a light red
Not a pink
Not orange
Crimson?
Perhaps,
Maybe vermilion,
Something punchy,
Not magenta,
Not alizarian
Not a deep cadmium red (hue)
So many names
But which one will be right,
What is the correct tinge?
Works in progress
Paint laid on paint,
Building up layers,
Blood red?
Maybe if I put my heart into it.
Apollo 11
50 years on,
Watching the landing,
Seeing the moon
In another light.
I was young when it happened
I was allowed to stay up.
Marvelling at Man’s bravery
And ability
To fly to the moon.
Hold up my thumb
Moon has gone.
If they did the same
earth was gone too.
Infinity of space
We are miniscule.
Apollo as insect jumping to a new stone.
Taking a tiny step into the void.
Perhaps we will go further,
But life remains precious,
Our bubble got bigger
But remains tiny
In the shape of space.
I was sitting in the summerhouse this evening and I felt happy for the first time in ages.
Keep going
Keep doing,
Making art,
Meditating.
Seeing positives.
In our garden,
I love the light,
The green,
Refreshing,
Surrounded by life,
By inspiration,
By colour.
Art and imagination,
Release of creation
Serenity
Oh books, you tomes of wisdom,
your cracked pages full of age,
paperback and hardback,
album and autobiography.
You change my mind, change my thoughts,
help me to learn, help me to see.
Books hold knowledge, and deceit.
Not all knowledge is truth,
Sometimes it’s misinformed,
or misinformation.
But I’d rather have a book than a computer……
Books are analogue.
Mallaband-Brown