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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. 

Postcard Fiction: Empty Handed

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how come nobody
why inside why
gone silent
transparent breath
empty handed

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Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction painting, above, by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes , is once again ambiguously suggestive.

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And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…

 

 

wavering

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dislocated map
the trees have changed positions
air and light play tricks

hiding in the miasma
the zone between yes and no

I was inspired by Colleen’s tanka challenge photo this week to pick up a brush and paint, something I haven’t done much of lately.  I used gouache instead of watercolor on the rice paper, which is worth trying again I think.

Work in Progress

Our friend Claudia McGill suggested cutting up a painting to make a new piece so I tried it. Not sure if this is finished. I think it needs some more fine lines or graffiti or something. It was fun to do and I will probably cut up more stuff. 

Landscape on black paper

With a shout out to Jeandrawingaday who often plays with lines and marks on paper. 

Gouache resist/squiggles

I haven’t done a gouache resist in a while. They are a lot of fun to do, almost like magic when you ink over the gouache image with Higgins Black Magic ink. That’s the only ink it works with. And it’s good to paint the gouache on pretty heavily as you wash off the whole surface under water. 

Blue and orange landscape

Done on black paper with gouache, colored pencil and marker. 

#Water is Life

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Eyes of the river–
guard this land, hold and shelter
our roots, seeds, our life

Forgive us these lost minds, blind,
afraid, estranged—bring them home

A tanka for Colleen’s challenge #11, that also incorporates this week’s words from the secret keeper.

The President-elect’s environmental policies are troubling.

 

Cracked Ice

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At each stage, the path
lies untested—short, brittle
as the frozen grass.

Beyond, the sky waits—alive,
waking the young day with fire.

My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, using the secret keeper’s words:
| STAGE | SHORT | YOUNG | TEST | LIVE |

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I photographed my watercolor/collage on both white and black grounds.  Context, once again, gives slightly different views of the same thing.

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