Monday, January 2, 2017
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Me Looking at You
It's been awhile since I've posted to this blog. In the meantime, it has been a journey of grief. There is huge mystery in a journey of this sort. Well. Thoughts about that are for another time. I have continued to make art. This is the touchstone in my life for sure. This painting is acrylic and it is 36" x 42". It is one of those pieces that you thought, in moments, might just do you in. I also felt that it demanded some fabric elements but it now feels like it is complete. To be in a room with this piece is interesting. It is powerful.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Rabbits Everywhere (2)
...somedays my head is elsewhere entirely...wish I could find it! LOL! Anyhow, I forgot that I had drawn this rabbit before the previously posted one..just a few days...how could I forget that!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Rabbits Everywhere (1)
I count the rabbits I see everyday when dog walking. I consider them to be a sign of some sort. Anyhow, I am on vacation and decided to do some rabbit drawings. Lots of fun.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
EDM Challenge #183 Something Dangerous
...men in suits....
...as I darkly and humorously launch a brand new sketch book.....
..new sketchbook is too big for scanner....darn.....taking a pciture seems the only way but clearly lighting and cropping is an issue.....
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Remember Me #2
I believe this was actually the Everyday Matters challenge of the week in late July 2008 - draw a truck. I wrote a short story right after my morning dog walk and then drew this picture.31 July 2008 A Murder of Crows and a Hawk
There is a lot of tension in the air this morning.
I awake with a jolt at 5:05. My head pounds as usual. The realization of exhaustion slams my consciousness again. But I need to move. I need to get up. I feel edgy.
I take my coffee out into the front porch and sit in the semi-dark. The wind is too high for an early prairie morning. It adds to the restlessness in the air, my restlessness.
The sun is rising over the horizon and painting a murderous orange red as it comes. Slowly it pulls itself higher. The trees rustle impatiently. The sky turns to a saturated vanilla and grey. I quit this place and get more coffee. It’s still pre-daylight really and too early to take the dog out for a walk but I need to move. I adjust and print a few pictures for my planned drawing this morning. Now I can go.
I need to be out with the wind. I need the tree rustling volume in surround sound around me. I need to move with the leaves.
The dog is strange today. She takes detours and does things she normally doesn’t do.
We hear the rapid and furious squawking of a crow. As we go down our silent route up the back lanes I see the crow. It’s chasing…what is that an owl? No it’s a hawk. A crow chasing a hawk in the semi-light. What is a hawk doing down here in the suburbs?
We get close. Now I see a roost shaking itself into action and becoming a murder of crows. I hope not literally. There are four of them, grouped two-by-two. Two are slowly calling out while sitting on a wire. Another two are at the gutter of a steeply pitched roof. The hawk is gone. Smart. There must be carrion somewhere around, likely in the gutter where the crows put it yesterday.
We make our way onto the road now. The wind. The wind. It soothes me with its action, swirling around my arms, cooling my pounding brow. In the distance I see two cats tensely poised. It is the type of stance which shows conflict between them.
As we approach they spill onto the road screaming and with fur flying literally. Off to the sides in the distance are three rabbits, like a border of silent statues watching. Strange. Very strange. I stamp my foot and lowly growl “Git. Git.” All that does is startle the dog. One cat glances edgily at me. Two steps more and they run in opposite directions.
The rabbits do not move. They rarely do when we pass by. I have trained my walking companion and myself to keep our energy low and whisper softly to them so we can enjoy their beauty.
We turn around and head home. The wind comes in gusts, the leaves tinkle and rustle and flow. As we go along I hear the crows. Now I see the hawk perched on the roof of this house, one foot up. How strange. A crow lands four feet away and its cry goes up in pitch and speed directed at the hawk. The hawk stares at him. The crow flaps its wings and jumps sideways two steps towards the hawk who flaps in return. They are both agitated but wanting to hold their ground. The crow now moves another hop with wings raised up threatening the hawk. The hawk flies off as the crow jumps backwards and watches. The prize must be valuable for all this to happen I think.
I think of the animal totems. Unusual bird activity….a sign of magic.
Now I see that lightly clouded skies have darkened into a smooth greyness. Perhaps a storm is coming in. I feel edgy and intense and enlivened. I feel part of the morning’s secrets.
We arrive home and I open every window I can to let all this seep in and envelop me. It’s going to be a great day. I can feel the magic.
There is a lot of tension in the air this morning.
I awake with a jolt at 5:05. My head pounds as usual. The realization of exhaustion slams my consciousness again. But I need to move. I need to get up. I feel edgy.
I take my coffee out into the front porch and sit in the semi-dark. The wind is too high for an early prairie morning. It adds to the restlessness in the air, my restlessness.
The sun is rising over the horizon and painting a murderous orange red as it comes. Slowly it pulls itself higher. The trees rustle impatiently. The sky turns to a saturated vanilla and grey. I quit this place and get more coffee. It’s still pre-daylight really and too early to take the dog out for a walk but I need to move. I adjust and print a few pictures for my planned drawing this morning. Now I can go.
I need to be out with the wind. I need the tree rustling volume in surround sound around me. I need to move with the leaves.
The dog is strange today. She takes detours and does things she normally doesn’t do.
We hear the rapid and furious squawking of a crow. As we go down our silent route up the back lanes I see the crow. It’s chasing…what is that an owl? No it’s a hawk. A crow chasing a hawk in the semi-light. What is a hawk doing down here in the suburbs?
We get close. Now I see a roost shaking itself into action and becoming a murder of crows. I hope not literally. There are four of them, grouped two-by-two. Two are slowly calling out while sitting on a wire. Another two are at the gutter of a steeply pitched roof. The hawk is gone. Smart. There must be carrion somewhere around, likely in the gutter where the crows put it yesterday.
We make our way onto the road now. The wind. The wind. It soothes me with its action, swirling around my arms, cooling my pounding brow. In the distance I see two cats tensely poised. It is the type of stance which shows conflict between them.
As we approach they spill onto the road screaming and with fur flying literally. Off to the sides in the distance are three rabbits, like a border of silent statues watching. Strange. Very strange. I stamp my foot and lowly growl “Git. Git.” All that does is startle the dog. One cat glances edgily at me. Two steps more and they run in opposite directions.
The rabbits do not move. They rarely do when we pass by. I have trained my walking companion and myself to keep our energy low and whisper softly to them so we can enjoy their beauty.
We turn around and head home. The wind comes in gusts, the leaves tinkle and rustle and flow. As we go along I hear the crows. Now I see the hawk perched on the roof of this house, one foot up. How strange. A crow lands four feet away and its cry goes up in pitch and speed directed at the hawk. The hawk stares at him. The crow flaps its wings and jumps sideways two steps towards the hawk who flaps in return. They are both agitated but wanting to hold their ground. The crow now moves another hop with wings raised up threatening the hawk. The hawk flies off as the crow jumps backwards and watches. The prize must be valuable for all this to happen I think.
I think of the animal totems. Unusual bird activity….a sign of magic.
Now I see that lightly clouded skies have darkened into a smooth greyness. Perhaps a storm is coming in. I feel edgy and intense and enlivened. I feel part of the morning’s secrets.
We arrive home and I open every window I can to let all this seep in and envelop me. It’s going to be a great day. I can feel the magic.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Remember me.....
This is a drawing from a series called 50 pages, 50 days that I did which I have archived on another blog. My artwork returns me to the mindset I had at the time of its creation. Thus I call this one 'Remember Me' for a host of reasons.
I live in an area with back lanes. This trash can is from a neighbour's back lane area. What fascinates me about this location is the sheer number of pieces of art I have mined from it. It has some type of energetic draw for me and I delight in the textures it offers. To anyone else looking at it they would see nothing at all I am sure.
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