Take a pencil a pen or a paintbrush
Make a mark
See what happens
Feel joy and wonder
Learn your skills
Slowly, patiently,
Or fast
Reach for your imagination.
Be creative.
Create!
Tag: Poetry
A limerick to creativity
With this app I will play
Make new images every day
Make my whiskers go all spikey
Make your love much more likely
Art is fun, is what I say!
Not sure if I’ve got the limerick right, it rhymes the same for the first two lines and the last line, and the third and fourth rhyme too. But I’m not sure it fits the rhythm of a limerick…
Da da dah da dah da da dadada (lines one, two and five)
and – Da da da dah da (lines three and four).
For instance, this is more recognisably a limerick:
There once was a cat had a fishery
It ate all the perch and the chicory,
It hadn’t a clue
What it needed to do
So it went into debt and to bankruptcy?
Although it doesn’t make much sense! But then again limericks don’t have to, they are often nonsense verse. For instance Lewis Carrol whose real name was Charles Dodson. Anyway strange post I guess…
Washing day
rusty bedsprings
Slumped by the wall.
Used to support beans growing tall.
A line of washing shades the view
Helping ease the sun’s bright hue.
Plants bathed in heat
Wither and dry
Turning brown
Hope they don’t die.
Above all water of life,
Carried in the clouds
Stopping great strife.
Overall its a British summer.
Bright in parts, in others dimmer.
Some places have vines,
Others marrows,
As the heat of the day
Makes eyes narrow.
So interesting view
Shirts, trousers a few.
Dry in one day.
That’s all I can say.
Sketching
Draw something fast
Draw something quick
Sharpen a pencil
A conte stick.
Shading and hatching
Playing with angles,
Draw lines and curves
Twisting and turning
You know drawing makes me happy.
Bird
Fly high
Green bird,
Blue feathers
Phoenix swirls
Higher and Higher
Like sparks in the sun
Metallic and shimmering
Bursting with flaming charms
Cooler than ice but hotter than a star
Rise up and be renewed, burn and be reborn.
Idea
How to depict art cuts?
Hear no, see no, speak no art?
Art is the senses.
Art is creativity.
Art is music, words, poetry.
Art IS life.
Take it away
Stultifying, crippling.
Education should educate
Should help create.
Where will our designers be?
Our musicians,
Architects?
Hairdressers?
Anything that adds something.
To bland and boring
Hard working
Reality.
Salad for tea
Just wanted a cool meal
Lettuce and radish
Avocado and tomato
Tsatsiki and spring onion
Spiralised cucumber
Egg and celery
Potato Gnocchi
Low calorie Mayo,
Yum!
God preserve me from student funding!
Or how to get very annoyed in five months!
I applied for funding.
They said ‘we need more proof’
I said ‘I sent it in?’
They said, ‘you missed a word’
I said, ‘here is that word’
I rang.
They said ‘the word was wrong, please re-send in CAPITALS’
I SENT THE WORD BACK.
I RANG.
‘We duplicated your account’
‘I can’t answer that, it’s on your other account’
I said, ‘I have two letters one reference 123456789,
The other 987654321,’
‘we will merge them’
A letter arrives, ‘we confirm you identity,
but you need to put in an application’
I ring ‘you had that in April’
Later ‘we have approved your finance,
Please ask your university to confirm you are on the course’
The university did.
This week.
No money yet
Emailed university
They replied ‘student finance say problem with your bank account’
I couldn’t make it up!
Grr!
Green man?
I create, then wither
I grow and then die.
You breathe my air,
you eat my leaves
you take my fruit.
I let you…
But I am green,
I am life
Chlorophyll,
Xanthophyll,
Phloem,
Xylem,
I nourish.
You damage me at your peril.
I am the green man.
Tree walk?
She went for a walk in the trees.
Climbed up the branches to the twigs
Stood on high in airy splendour.
Caught up in crows feet,
She flew up to the chimney.
Stuck there in old mortar.
Then a Magpie saw her.
A short hop to his nest.
Now she’s unpacked
And admiring the gold and pearls
In his gaff.
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