New paintings and regular art updates.
As June turns into July
I see a bird rise up to fly
I see a cloud floating past
and a flag upon a mast.
I see buttered scones
and currant buns,
Ice cream cones
and happy mums,
dozing cats all curled, asleep
The carp from its pond does peek
People rest and take their ease.
Buzzy are the drones of bees.
Now that summers at its height
Feel the Sun in its might.
Writing the summerhouse,
In the baking heat,
Trying to relax and stretch,
On a hot seat.
No double glazed windows
No insulation to keep us cool.
Only the doors to open
See the little pool.
The steam is rising from my head,
My feet feel like lead.
Hot and humid
Wringing wet
Skin is dripping
With sweat.
Then the radio blared out
34 degrees at Heathrow
Cold, cool, frozen, water, shivering, teeth chattering….none of these are here right now.
If I had got ice or ice cream I would eat it like snow.
Thats what I want, you know.
Darkening sky and rising breeze,
Thunder rumbles overhead
Drops of water trickle down
Now heat and wind have fled.
A streak of lightening,
A whip of lightening Streaks the air
Then the pub returns a blare
Of House, rap, and garage music.
It’s not the heat that drives me in.
But the beat that does my head in!
I was playing around with a photo of the stained glass windows in the church and came up with this. I sort of like it although I’m not sure the church would. When you use flood fill it causes a loss of details so you can’t see the faces on the image. I chose a rainbow flood fill so could create circles on top of the image.
Circles
curves and angels
winged with colour
flying high.
Art with rainbows
Black reflections,
illuminating and obscuring.
Circular arguments,
simple shapes
scriptural thoughts
saints and sinners,
seperated by glass.
6am, sunlight creeps in
and bathes the dusty books
with a golden glow
chases away the cobwebs
sings loudly by the door
breaks vases with a sparkle
finds dust motes in the air.
Sunlight cleans and bleaches
exposes over and over
till red book covers are faded
now salmon pink
Sunlight tinged with heat
warms your head
tickles your feet
raises a smile
makes you feel alive
a photosynthetic dash
of vitamin D
Sunlight is Life.
Such a lovely tree
Cooper beech
See me.
Burnished copper and purple,
deep shine
So fine,
I want you to be mine.
Plant you in the garden,
Let your roots entwine
Copper Beech you beauty,
you are so fine.
Copper and bronze
draped leaves
Hanging above our heads,
Shining in the summer sun.
Autumn, your leaves are shed.
Sky
Ski
Skys
Keys
Skies
Kites
Tike
takes
stake
Stakes
Steaks
Streaks
Stark
Stare
Stair
Tears
Treats
Traits
Trays
Tries
Trees
True
Try
Tie
It
Drop, drip
Spot, spip,
Slow trickle
down my window pane.
Spop, slip
Plop, plop.
Water from above
Sloshes down the path,
Rumble, rip
Flashing hit,
Thundered grumbles
and lightening crumbles,
Tree cracks
Branch slaps
Wind howls
Drop,
Drop,
Slurp,
Splurt,
Slosh,
Gurgle
Glug.
Mud,
Downpour!
I like celtic knot work, winding and swirling.
Celtic Knots
Twisting and turning
Crissing and crossing,
Lines overlaying
Then tucked under.
Celtic knots,
Tied together in mystery
Telling celtic history.
Animal terminals
Dogs and wolves
Entwining figures
Gurning faces,
Knotted laces,
Beautiful complexity…….
Thunder unravels the sky
Lightning flashes coruscate over the ruins
The world spirals around you.
Forcing the trees to bend down to your power.
Thors hammer beats the ground.
Another flash, a bough falls.
Stones crash and crump
Thudding down onto the ground.
Your hands conduct a symphony of gestures.
One more flash, then you are gone.
I’m craving bright plants and flowers,
Summer sun and bright blue skies,
Hanging baskets
Piled up with blousy flowers
Swiss chard and marigolds
Poppies and antirrhinums
Names that scramble on the tongue
But bloom on the ground.
Days to sit on the patio getting hot,
Or in the summerhouse keeping cool
……. Instead? Rain and wind!
Mallaband-Brown