Here’s the tiger cub from paint blots. Stripes were added with ink pen and felt pen. I think it works. I’m not sure about the red as it might look like blood, but it’s only really a doodle so it’s not a serious piece of art. Just a bit of fun. I wonder what I would make of a real Rorschach test?
Grr, I’m a tiger, I like this picture of me. It’s me and it isn’t.
I wish I’d done this as a face painting. But it’s on a phone app. That’s why it doesn’t quite fit to my face.
I don’t remember it blurring the area around my face. But only my hair. Weird.
I think of the words ‘Tyger, tyger burning bright, in the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?
One day there might not be any Tigers left, then all we will have are photos, film and art. The memory of great creatures, small creatures, so many plants and animals that no longer exist…
Day twenty three of the 64 million artists January challenge. I wrote this…
Day 23, I can’t find the actual challenge, but I think it is to write a poem to support nature and say what superpower you would have.
My super power would be to turn hunters guns into flowers so they can’t kill majestic animals like Lions and Rhino’s and Elephants.
If you shoot at Rhino,
Elephant, or Giraffe,
I will turn your gun into
A flower for a laugh.
You won’t be able to kill,
Despite your evil will.
And with rifle now a rose
A Tiger might bite your nose!
Leave the scarce alone,
Don’t bother to wail and moan,
Elephant want to roam,
Panthers need a home.
No more evil deeds,
Turning guns into seeds!
I was playing with the masks you can use on Facebook and found one that turned you into a tiger. Then I decided to see how my face would look with one side mirrored. It looked interesting.
Today I was out at a traction engine rally. I had to take a photo of the big cat that was part of its decoration. I think he’s a lion.
But the image reminded me of something. Especially around the eyes…. I feel like saying Snap!
Don’t ask what I am?
I’m not what you think
I was to be
The Tiger that hid.
Now I’m out in the open
Between land and sky
I could be a tiger
Flying up high.
I could be a kite
Streamers in the wind
Kicking back and forwards
Strings all spinned.
I am a little painting
Of a tiny tiger face
Or a cat with whiskers flaring
Out into space.
This is a half painted picture which I thought could be turned into a story.
The Tiger who hid is based on the green man myth, but instead of a human face I started to paint a cat, but with leaves hiding part of its face. I also thought of the tiger in the jungle painting by Henri Rousseau? (not sure if that’s the correct name).
I imagine the tiger protecting itself not only by the camouflage of its stripes. But also by using leaves and branches to hide. So that it becomes indistinguishable from the background. I can see the idea in my mind, the book would be full of illustrations. The Tiger would be kind and would persuade people in the end that its family should live. I don’t know if this makes sense. But it might be fun to try and put together.