A small painting I had going. I’m out of the large watercolor paper but will get some and continue with the abstracts.
One of the best. Her improvised “Nessun Dorma” at the Grammys was genius. And she made Carole King cry when she sang “Natural Woman” at the Kennedy Honors. R.I.P. Aretha Franklin.
Have a good weekend!
Were I Other. Were I spoken in a different voice. Were I fallen into impossibility.
I would be like stars.
I would echo the feeling
that follows the wind.
Were I made of light. Were I pulsing like oceans. Were I to open as wide as never and nothing.
I would radiate
rainbows. I would paint moments
with sound. Fill absence.
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, with synonyms for love and time. I’m not entirely sure this qualifies as a haibun. In the spirit of, anyway.
The embroidered watercolor is a work in progress. I plan to keep embroidering it until I stop.
Not only did Kerfe’s post inspire me, I downright copied her.
I do love owls. Here is a cute one that is now extinct.
The most famous extinct bird of all: the Dodo.
Happy 🦅 day.
Biodiversity is unprofitable. Industry is profitable.
Old growth forests are unprofitable. Deforestation is profitable. Prairies are unprofitable. Pipelines are profitable. Clean water and air are unprofitable. Manufacturing, drilling, and mining are profitable. Public lands are unprofitable. Private property is profitable.
Healthcare is unprofitable. Illness is profitable. Truth is unprofitable. Lies are profitable.
Extinction is profitable.
a silent swift swoop
The spotted owl is one of the species that will likely lose habitat if the Endangered Species Act is gutted, as those pushing development over preservation, supported by many members of Congress, and the President and his cabinet members, wish to do. We have to find a way to live that doesn’t have greed and profit as its prime motives. We are not just destroying the individual ecosystems that are homes for endangered species; we are killing the delicate balance that keeps everything on Earth alive.
Celebrate Draw-A-Bird Day by asking your leaders to do something to save our planet, so we can have more birds, not less, and a better and richer life for all.
Another one straight out of my mind. I really can’t explain this one: a bunch of shapes and colors. I added the white paint to add some pop. May go back in with a little more black. 97 here in NJ!
branches of silver,
stars walking on air, arms of
knots of melancholy
dissolving into deep skies
I’ve been worrying this painting for quite awhile. It has metallic paint in it, and looks different depending on the light and also how you look at it. The composite at the top is the image under two different lights–the colors change quite a bit.
I used Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday words for my poem. The first person is only inferred, so it’s not exactly following the rules for a tanka. But I’m in there.
My husband got me a couple of new sketchbooks. This one is a Strathmore Mixed Media 5.5 x 8.5. I started painting in it and found that it takes paint pretty well.
An abstract. I saw a face in it that had a graffiti look to it.
Dog howling at the moon. My dogs were upset with the stormy weather yesterday but no lightning or thunder.
Another attempt at Procreate for iPad. I’m starting to figure it out maybe.
How the sky looked all day yesterday. Looks the same today. Have a good week.
I had a chance to start a new sketchbook. I drew one of the pieces from my cousin’s collection.
Some kind of cute spider that my friend’s son found in the woods.
My friend Kathe gave me this snakeskin. It is complete i.e not just a piece of it. She saw the snake eating a fish and a minute later there was just this skin.
Me up at Lake Hopatcong. Cheers!