New paintings and regular art updates.
I just accidentally clicked on the new editor and didn’t understand it at all. My photos uploaded straight away but then I couldn’t work out how to add text? Has anyone else used it yet?
Anyway ..
Dawn,
Bright sky, blue moon, sharp stars.
Pink and yellow sparkle,
Flat blue and violet.
No clouds this morning,
Just smoke trails in the blue.
Azure hue, tinge of grey.
Twigs and branches scratch holes
Through into the night.
Fingers of dark pulling down the dark,
Dawn into Dusk.
Where is my pot of gold?
My lottery win.
When does my luck strike,
Tickets worth a million?
No chance.
But I will chase the dream
Gamble with my life
End the day so low,
No more shining light.
Colours glitter in the sky,
Shimmer in the night,
Then my life is thrown away,
Gold dissolved by rain.
OK that’s not very cheerful but I tried. I guess I should be talking about the colours but the lottery winning numbers were on TV… .
Sharp staccato shapes,
Shaded, curled and furled,
Rustling in the wind,
Shadowed and dried,
Veins reduced to lines,
Patterned and patinated,
Crisp and soft,
Tired but ancient,
Light as life has left you…
Remaining skeleton of tree.
One from the past,
a favourite painting,
Cat on the window ledge,
At the top of the stairs.
So long ago,
that plant has grown,
6 ft tall,
out grown the hall.
Now outside in the garden,
The cat is there too
Laid to rest
Favourite of pets.
Leaves you have fallen,
Clawed the sky then slumped to the ground.
Wet, damp, cold, you shiver on pavements,
You crush together on grass,
Just a carpet of colour flavouring the world.
Only here in temperate lands, leaves fall each year.
North the evergreens take over, south the rainforest.
Here we abide in heat and cold. Sun and rain,
Leaves leave, love fades, life continues.
Your bricks and windows are staring down at me,
a cold wind picks up the few scattered leaves that have invaded the space.
As the sun sets the air glows frozen grey blue,
Pouring cold into green grey tarmac surrounded by factory buildings.
Water droplets frost the car windscreens sitting on the parking lot,
“We are watching you” you seem to whisper, and, I look up to see what may be there.
But just blank and broken windows look back in a long black stare.
Getting in my car I carefully wash away the mist, old buddlea branches scraping the paintwork,
left and left again, into the street, and away from old creeping ghosts and memories of Clay.
You sat a while, washing, paws crossed in contentment. A tiny leaf near to you, ready for the swift pounce when you see it again. Then dance around the room, catching, lifting it up in the air, only to see it fall again. Your eyes gleam as you lick a back leg, plotting a swift twitch of your paw. A substitute mouse or bird, but far less cruel. Cat you have got cattitude!
Yes I love you
Yes I do,
Yes I married you,
Yes it’s true.
Yes we are happy
Yes I’m sure,
Yes don’t ask why?
Yes I said so….
Yes I’m angry,
Yes I’m annoyed
Yes it’s your fault.
No I don’t care.
No there’s no problem,
No it’s just words
No I’m not lying.
No it’s just playing.
Because it’s a poem!
Two photos first with flash, second without….
Moon,
Hazy Moon.
Crescent Moon.
Waining moon?
How can you tell.
Dark side of the moon.
Selene, splendid moon.
I love you moon,
By your light I see my way.
Point me in the right direction,
Follow moon till day.
Oh I do like pattern
I do like dots,
I like shape and colour
Lots and lots.
I like tessellation and
Explanations.
I like playing with shapes
That’s what makes
Me happy.
So happy.
Art from dots
Pointellist spots.
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