New paintings and regular art updates.
Digital drawings of birds, using ArtRage oils and then my sketcher app.
Birds sing
Rain falls
Washes the air
Bird song
Crystal sounds
Twinkle like stars
On the breeze.
Look forward
Look back?
Where did my nine lives go?
An expanse of time
Melted into history.
Only this life left.
Hold tight.
Don’t let it go.
Wide eyed
Staring into the distance.
Unsure of what to be.
Oh I do like hot cats!
Not to eat,
Not dogs,
Not hot dogs!
Warm cats….
Seeing them
Chasing a patch of sun.
Or snuggled up
On the bed
Or on a sleeping pad
Makes me happy.
They are warm
And happy too!
Here we go!
Time to sow!
Flowers and veg
A new hedge?
Plant with love
Rain from above
Fresh green shoot
Of leaves that sprout.
Growing happily now?
If we don’t have some snow!
Knock knock!
Bash the cat flap
So it rattles
Let me in!
Ouside cat
Wants in
But won’t come through
The cat flap.
I let him in..
He eats..
Then yowl!
He wants out.
No the cat flap
Is only set to open
Inwards…
I let him out
Ten minutes later..
Knock knock!
Cheeky cat!
Who owns who?
Sign of spring
Fluffy and pink,
Clouds of colour
Coming through
Brief but beautiful
Soon to fly away
Torn by the wind.
Confetti of nature
Dancing on the breeze
Blossom.
Mural of flowers
Bright and beautiful
Who was the artist
Who loved colour
Expressed joy
Have to their community
Shared happiness.
I’m glad to see it
As I walk past.
Gnarley trees in the graveyard
Stand and wave hello
We walked beneath their boughs today
Watching them slowly grow.
Allowed to reach maturity
Their girth spreading wide,
Leaves will be opening soon
Bringing them back to life.
Spring and Easter come again,
The end of winter strife.
Random
Objects
For my course.
A found skull,
A cat shaped
Ring holder
A penny farthing
Ornament.
No rhyme or reason
Just colourful
With some meaning
For me.
Trees and road markings,
black asphalt,
branches reach out and hold hands,
a pylon of arching twigs.
Shimmering blue sky,
with added silver,
dreaming of spring days.
If I look closely?
I see slitted pupils,
in great round eyes,
the hat metamorphoses
into a black beak?
Gold, black and blue,
brightly hued,
your cages of twigs,
snare birds who
nest in warm romance.
Mallaband-Brown