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Creatures of the Wind

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I have two pieces of art and a poem inspired by the great Nina Simone and her song “Wild is the Wind” on Marianne Szlyk’s  musical blog “The song is…”  You can see them here, along with a fun essay by Bill Cushing on not driving.  Marianne has also included a link to the song, as well as a variety of other musical pleasures.

“The song is..” features a lot of interesting writing, art, and music, so take a look around while you’re there.

Landscape with curtain

The paper started out painted pink. I really like the effect of painting watercolor paper a solid acrylic color. It makes it a heavier weight. 

This one became a landscape. The curtains are from something else. 

A drawing from last week and the postcard it’s drawn from. I believe it’s ichiban. 

Large Hat/Face

This started out as lines on a large sheet of paper. It became a face wearing a beehive hat (no bees though, those are leaves). 

Draw a Bird (3). 

I had been thinking about Draw a Bird day  but when I saw Kerfe’s rooster I sat down with paint. This family came out (birds) but I realized it was also a metaphor for my current family dynamic (three adults, one with ADD, living in a small nest). It does make me go up to my art room and paint more so there’s that. Anyway, happy Draw a Bird day, honored tradition on WordPress, and a shout out to all the great people who “flock” here. 

Graffiti 3

Arches paper, gouache, colored pencil. 

Graffiti 2

Arches paper painted yellow, gouache, colored pencil, printed images. 

Couple of details. 

Graffiti 1

I started a series yesterday. This is Arches paper painted black, gouache, colored pencil and a white fluid marker. 

A little detail

Fractals

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Reflections
absorb memories,
reshaping
voices and loose
ends in recurrent waves.  Light,
a fissured mirror.

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Sue Vincent titled her photo prompt this week “Spring“.  A word of many meanings.

Bridge

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Light reveals an opening, a net
caught by what is broken, muddied, wet;
scattered stones and history unmet.

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Tangled edges under/over ground,
traveling as lines that make no sound,
camouflaged by fragments lost, unbound.

What remains? The inside of the fray:
all the shadowed hours that mark the day.
Every path holds dreams, or so they say.

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I decided to do something a little different for Sue Vincent’s “Bridge” photo prompt, below, this week.  I took the photo and abstracted it and then painted it.  I wanted to have a subtle color variation, so I used only 5 colors (green, orange, 2 browns, and grey) plus black and white, and mixed them in different proportions.

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The poem is in a form that Jane Dougherty used a few days ago, which has 3 stanzas of 3 rhyming lines each, with each line containing 9 syllables.  I liked the rhythm, and playing with numbers and words is something I enjoy.  I always find that thinking about rhymes, too, causes me to see things I might otherwise not.

 

It’s Selfie Day! Self Portrait #18

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Teresa reminded me on last month’s selfie day that I’ve been falling behind in my monthly self-portraits.  This is another one based on a Vanessa Bell painting, with commentary by the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.  I did it twice, although I’m not that crazy about either version.  Perhaps I’ve been away from painting for too long.  Or maybe it’s the blue in the eyes.

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dreaming
in elaborate languages
asleep
in moon skin
singing
beneath the shadow
of time

You can see the entire self-portrait series so far here.