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Old willow tree
Standing tall
Your long thin leaves
Now wave and fall
From green to gold
And yellow hue
Fluttering against
A sky of blue.
Then wind blows strong
Storm comes along
Your leaves are shredded
And stripped
To lie among
The fallen mulch
For slugs and snails
To munch!
Every Monday Esther Chilton posts a limerick prompt to use her chosen word of the week. This time it was FELL.
I had a bit of fairytale fun with this. I wrote:
He took his axe into the dell
The great oak tree he would fell..
But faerie folk came
Now he sits in shame
In an underground magical cell!
I only had an hour at art group today so I messed about and came up with this. It’s a semi abstract painting of a horse/zebra. I was concentrating on a limited pallette, green, burnt umber, a lighter brown, silver and white. First I painted the horse and highlighted it in green, then I added the gnarly tree. Finally I added textures, including the striped zebra idea. I think it has a vague medieval feeling. I’m calling it finished. Acrylic on canvas.
Spring is coming
Blossom blooms
White payals fall
As the breeze blows
But too cold for bees
Will there be fruit?
Sadness if it fails.
Spring so far
Has been dry.
Geometric shapes and peeling bark. This morning I went back to my Wednesday art group. I’ve really missed it. Something prompted me burst into song so I ended up singing a verse of “Summertime” which I think is from the opera “Porgy and Bess”,
On the way out I saw this tree with the angles and muted colours in the background. I do wonder what tree it is, it looks like a birch, but too white to be a silver birch plus the bark is peeling off it?
The tree across the road a few years ago. Covered in ivy. This was drawn for an old #bandofsketchers prompt. The prompt was ivy.
I haven’t been doing these challenges for a few months. I think I ought to try again. It seems a shame that I stopped but life has been getting me down. Art is a great cure for sadness I think. I’ll try again soon.
Life’s a pattern
Like branches and twigs
Trailing through life
First growing bigger
Like the main trunk and boughs
Then petering to smaller stems.
Life follows this pattern, growing
Then diminishing.
Patterns give me hope
I see connections
An intuition of order
Despite a possible chaos.
Patterns in music
Crystals too,
All sorts of things
Some of them new.
I don’t bother with plain
It’s such a pain
Give me gaudy and complex
And intricate not tame!
A cage of bars? No tree branches quadruple. Outside our local church yesterday. The overhanging branches curves was an ideal subject to use for this image. I think it looks surreal. It’s amazing what you can do with a phone.
Imagine branches floating high
Just hanging there with no tree by
To support their weight
An oddity
Somewhere alien do you cry?
A myth, a fantasy, a spectral trick?
No all I did was crop the pic
Doubled up the photo twice
Got this image looking nice!
Voila an abstract play of tree
Made quite simply, by me!
For #bandofsketchers prompt pattern, I was playing with a previous digital drawing. I altered it in my Sketchbook app on my phone to add more symmetrical patterns and lines, then I adjusted it in photodirector.
Mallaband-Brown