Portrait (finished).

Of course I had to add color. It brought the drawing to life.

Without color.

Hope everyone had a great St Patrick’s Day.

Wedding Portrait (in progress)

My co-worker is getting married tomorrow. I decided to do a portrait of her and her husband-to-be. It is not finished; I don’t really have her mouth right. To add color or not?that is the question. Still not set up to paint but colored pencils are becoming my best friend.

Beautiful day here. I will post this drawing again when it is complete.

Unmasked

This face is not the one I wore yesterday. Recast as abstraction, it chases illusions that will pilot my borrowed dreams.  Today I am a galaxy of song, light, color and dance.

If I turn around
will I recollect myself
or pass myself by?

A haibun for the dVerse prompt of Mardi Gras, using synonyms for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday words “follow” and “lead”.  The collage is based on a Cajun Mardi Gras mask.  I also made the haibun a quadrille of 44 words after being inspired by Jane and Merril’s use of this very short form.

Couple of drawings 1/23/19

I started doodling with a ballpoint pen. I know artists have done some great drawings with ballpoints. Red tailed hawks are always a good subject.

Then I tried my calligraphy pen. I just got back into that due to doing a coworker’s wedding invitations. I was scratching around trying to get it to work; it finally did and I drew over/around/through it.

Doodle in fine line felt tip.

I still don’t have a painting spot set up. We’re shuffling things around in the house. I know I could theoretically paint at the kitchen table. Anyway, may put some color(ed pencil) on these.

Inadvertent hot dogs

I’ve been fooling around in a small sketchbook, just doodling around to see what comes out. This one was just an abstract and then I saw hot dogs come out.

Another doodle. That’s not his middle finger. I tried to put a thumb in the picture but it does look like he’s flipping the bird. Maybe it was subconscious.

I’ve been flipping the paper to get a mirror image. That’s what happened with this landscape. I still need art supplies like gouache and good paper; haven’t gotten around to it because I know if I go to the art store I’ll spend a couple hundred bucks. And bills await. But doing these are fun and freeing.

Bewildered

Doodling around with my earth tone palette. These faces all look like I feel.

A not so vague discontentment and a worried feeling. Everything seems topsy turvey.

Maybe this one looks a little more settled but not much.

Earth tone palette which is much used and which I enjoy very much.

Aretha

sounds become
music erupting
suddenly
awakening
into everything as fire
blended with pure sky

 

Portrait. Grade: F

I posted this sketch of my cousin and his family a couple of weeks ago.

I started putting color in and doing the faces. It looked so bad that I printed the original photo, cut out the faces, glued them on and proceeded to totally mess it up.

They look like zombies. And they are a very cute family. So I messed up and I graded myself: F.

Sketch

A sketch from a Facebook photo my cousin posted of him and his family.

I intend to paint it in but can’t find my brushes. Things are a bit disorganized here but maybe some progress.

I better not post the photo without my cousin’s permission.

Blood From a Stone

My words repeat. Nothing. Your ears are closed like frozen air. You always move away, shrinking me, disappearing me into invisibility.

My words repeat. I am naming flowers. I am calling the names of birds. They remain unretrieved, hesitating on the edges of sound.

My fences are broken. My guard is falling deeper and deeper into the ground. My map shows no return.

Whispering, I stand
trembling with the elements,
my cells unmoored.

The currents swim without me,
expanding the gulf between.

Jilly at dVerse asked for an unconventional haibun this week.  That was easy–all my writing seems somewhat alien to me right now (or maybe my poetry is just always strange and I’m only now noticing it….)

The drawings are from photos of ancient Roman sculptures that have been broken by time. Amazing how much depth and emotion hidden inside the stone was revealed by those artists.