Tuesday’s New York Times Science section featured some wonderful sea creatures which make their own light–bioluminescence. This caught my attention as I’m always looking for things to paint. My first attempt is this grumpy looking anglerfish with lure. I used a lot of silver and if you look at the original it’s pretty sparkly. You can’t really see it in a photo. That’s why Kerfe and I should have a show one of these days, right, (K)?
A beautiful mountain gorilla. I painted this directly with no pencil sketching first like I usually do. I love these creatures, our close relatives sharing similar DNA. I believe all animals are sentient creatures–I believe it even more as I get older. Just ask the three large canines I share my dwelling with. Happy Friday!
the power of tides
to lead by following songs
tracking the crescent
eyes beckoning as startled
magnitudes shout waves of light
I may visit this cat again. I need to explore that shadow.
Bye n bye
close your eyes
the pretty horses
path of light
it’s all right
It won’t be long
morning will come
music of the sun
ride those dreams
I’ve been dreaming of horses, and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt of a nursery with a prominent rocking horse made me think of the lullaby, “All the Pretty Little Horses”. And lullabies always make me think of James Taylor, because I used to sing his songs to my girls when they were babies. I’ve referenced “Close Your Eyes” here. Another favorite lullaby is “Bye N Bye”. I seem to remember an Odetta recording, but I couldn’t find it online, so I’m not sure where I originally heard it.
My babies are adults now, but a lullaby is always appropriate for dreaming.
And that James Taylor recording…oh yes, my friends and I all had a crush on James in 1971.
this form, measured
a structure to hold a mask
adorned with feathers?
sits naked, revised,
to death. Not malevolence–
the shadow of time.
Well, we couldn’t miss draw-a-bird-day, could we? Continuing with the Year of the Rooster, two views of a rooster skull.
I also didn’t want to miss National Poetry Month; last year I managed to post a poem every day, but obviously I won’t be doing that in 2017. I have an idea for a series involving dots and magnetic poetry, so I’ll start that on Monday (I hope). And next week I’ll try to catch up on what everyone has been up to. Happy weekend! and happy Draw-A-Bird-Day!
I don’t really know where these skulls come from. I’d like to think they died peacefully in the woods and were found a while later. In truth they may have been shot and killed so I guess it’s ironic that I’d paint one in a camouflage pattern.