A fairy seems to hover
Over the lake
Wings flutter
Like a humming bird
A cupped hand
Reaches out
A small pool
in her palm
Takes a sip
Watches
the water
Drip
Fairy drinking
Tag: Reflection
Wet-today’s prompt
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was ‘wet’, I decided to draw the view of the pool at Dorothy Clive Garden but instead of paint I used felt pens. Took about an hour.
Looking out
What kind of eye
Looks out with a metallic glint?
Surface shining and gleaming
Like curved glass.
Robotic thoughts
Crash with emotion
Cogs meshed and unmeshed.
Indefinite or infinite ideas
Spiralling down into black depths.
Oily liquid lubricates
Diamond glimmers
Do you need love?
How do you reflect in that eye?
Reflected
Drawing from August 2020? my reflection and my little sketchbook in the patterned swirls of glass in the back door. So often is it that I’m holding my phone that I thought that was what the black square was when I looked at it again. Black pen and coloured pencils to get the effect of glass. I have a lot of sketches from over the period of the pandemic. I was already drawing a lot before it arrived, but I hope my skills have improved over that time.
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Bow tie?
I see a face reflected in water.
Leaning forward
A large moustache
Burly shoulders
Frowning brows
Downcast eyes
Big beaky nose
And….
A bow tie of leaves..
Jupiter reflection
A painting of Jupiter I did about seven years ago. My friend had a craft centre and this was for sale at her shop. It went to a good home. I always thought the pattern I painted looked a bit like knitting!
His came up on my Facebook memories. I have done so many paintings that I often forget what I have done! This was a large acrylic on canvas. I like the way it appears to be floating in the window. X
The grey lady
I’m still in the process of painting this, but I wanted to add a presence to this painting… 
There are tales of grey ladies haunting old buildings. Why does she look slightly surprised? Perhaps she hasn’t seen her own reflection for centuries, but the dust motes caught in the light of a setting sun have made her image come to life in their brownian motion. Is she looking out over her land, not realising that the past is gone? Seeing people in outlandish clothes? Women in trousers or short skirts? Men in more dowdy attire than she remembers? I toyed with trying to paint a ruff from Tudor times, and her hair up in braids, but I decided she would be in a night shift, hair down, caught between dusk and dawn.
More work to follow on this and other paintings.
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