Can you hear it? Earth’s
heartbeat chants in rhythm with
the drumming of birds.
I’ve been meaning to draw a woodpecker for awhile. I painted this without a sketch, so the proportions are a little off, but I think it captures the essence–the colors and the crest and long beak. I also put white on white lines for trees in the background. Pileated Woodpeckers prefer to live in old growth forests, nesting in dead trees, and their numbers declined as forests were cleared in the 19th century. But their numbers seem to be increasing again, as they adapt to new environments.
At my last residence I would see and hear red-headed woodpeckers. I haven’t seen any here, but on many weekends the African drummers are in residence at the historic mansion around the corner. Both man and bird connecting to earth’s rhythms.
Once again, Draw a Bird Day, the 8th of each month, is serving as a placeholder here at MeMadTwo while Nina takes an extended break. Come back soon Nina, and bring some birds!
In the meantime, you can find me (Kerfe) at https://kblog.blog/.
Kerfe always likes my landscapes so this is one for her today.
I really need art supplies badly. I’m out of quite a few colors but more importantly I need the super heavy watercolor paper. The direction I’m going in seems to call for a lot of layering.
Birdy six days after his brother’s demise. I really can’t tell if he’s sad. He’s usually happy when I’m around. And so it goes.
my wild roots wander,
longing to breathe blue into
green, seed into wind,
beneath the moon growing full–
yearnings climbing air and light
I consulted the Oracle with Colleen’s words this week in hand. I tried to go in one direction, but, as usual, the Oracle knew where she wanted to go, and went there, taking me along. The art is part of a larger piece “in process”–but it seemed to fit the words.
Opposite is what? See mirrors
of waters shimmering beyond borders,
forming visions. Images shatter.
What are realities? Here is there–
nowhere to go but around. Circles.
Time changes light.
Light changes what is unseen.
The answer will echo and move
between. Always and both,
particle and wave, wave and particle,
both. And always between.
Move, and echo will answer. The
unseen is what changes light.
Light changes time,
circles around. But go to nowhere–
there is here. Realities are what
shatter images–visions forming
borders beyond shimmering waters of
mirrors. See what is. Opposite.
dVerse challenged us to use one of Sharon Knight’s beautiful landscapes to inspire. I used her photo “Kaleidoscopy”, above. Perfect for a Rorschach painting and a palindrome poem.
This is my original painting; the top one is “enhanced” in Photoshop. My favorite way to spend time–playing with colors, shapes, and words.
in my mind
always a surprise seen
It may or may not still be Selfie Day, but I’ve been trying to get a portrait done for the 23rd of each month for my 100 Self Portrait series. I’m on to a new artist to imitate, Paul Klee. This is probably the most abstracted one I’ve done so far–I did my usual mirror pencil sketch and then smoothed it out to imitate Klee’s painting. I think it still bears a strange resemblance somehow.
And of course I had to ask the Magnetic Oracle for commentary.
Fool (almost me)
I am almost me
listening to colors breathe
red blue rhythm
born from liquid joy
As these windows open
who will fool
this naked heart?
And I actually managed to do the NaPoWriMo prompt today: an elevenie poem.
Light reveals an opening, a net
caught by what is broken, muddied, wet;
scattered stones and history unmet.
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.
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.
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.
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.
in elaborate languages
in moon skin
beneath the shadow
You can see the entire self-portrait series so far here.
I’ve painted sea turtles before, when I was doing endangered species on a regular basis. It bears repeating that nearly all sea turtles are endangered. Habitat destruction, particularly of coastal nesting sites, and poaching for eggs, meat, skin and shells all contribute to species loss, but one of the biggest problems is that they get caught in fishing nets. To save sea turtles and the ocean ecosystem they are part of will require global cooperation.
Turtles generally spend most of their time in water, while tortoises reside on land, so why are box turtles not called box tortoises? Sometimes they are, in fact, but they actually belong to the pond turtle family, so the turtle label is also appropriate. They are the state reptiles of North Carolina, Tennessee, Missouri, and Kansas. Populations are declining everywhere due to (surprise!) habitat destruction and fragmentation, but they are particularly endangered in Asia, due to their use in traditional medicine, and the pet trade.
And terrapins? They tend to live in swampy areas, equally at home in water and on land.
Nina and I have done a number of turtle posts. With more coming, I’m sure.
You can read more about endangered turtles here.