Sunday, December 06, 2009

Daphne


Daphne, 2009, 8"x11", 21.5cmx28cm, India ink, acrylic, oil pastel on archival paper. Sketch & poem here. Click on image for larger size.

I am happier with this painting now. In it I see elements from different fairy and mythic tales, but she is Daphne. She is composed from my imagination.

Steven said, 'I have only been able to give the picture a quick look.  But I enjoyed a strange chilliness – not in a sense of anything emotionally frigid, but something wintery, something gelid, something in the tree branches that suggested icicles.  And I loved the eyes.  Two such different eyes to have on one face, and both so full of personality.  And the way the tilt of the eyes was taken up by the mouth.'

Yes, I felt Persephone, the onset of Winter, as I was drawing her!
_

Here is a little slideshow of the stages of the poem painting (click to go to Picasa for a larger viewing):



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Sunday Morning Sketch

In this drawing I am trying to find something lost. A perception; a route; a way of understanding. From my book of doodle drawings, where I allow myself more freedom, less restraint. A poesis drawing - word painting.



DaphneDragonSeaWoman, 2009, 8"x11", 21.5cmx28cm, India ink on archival paper. Finished painting here. Click on image for larger size.

What is written down the side:
...

In the myth of the Daphne
with the dragon
seed pod and the
pelts in the
water of the
women swimming
tangle of lace
of trees, fur over
bone, sky of Seine,
jungle of painted
wood carved
into the new Aceh, gleaming
city washed by the
tsunami. Do dragon seeds
give
birth to
dragons
or to
dreams?

...

woman who is
the mast who is the
boat who is the trees
around whom the sky

...

There is a closet in the corner of my living room that has a full bookcase in front of most of it. That bookcase has to be emptied, felt strips attached to the bottom along with appliance wheels if they work, the closet has to be emptied, re-organized, bags of clothes collected for the Diabetes association (which will pick up since I don't have a car), and I've left it long enough for the pile to only grow. Today I determined to tackle 'the corner closet.' Only what I really wanted to do was draw.

Above is my simple morning sketch. Having thrown a tidbit to the wildcreativewoman in me (lol:)), now I shall deal with that corner.

Onto emptying a bookcase!

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Saturday, December 05, 2009


It's a bit dark, first time I've used the control and the automatic focus didn't appear to be on, yet I like the photo anyhow. Perhaps it's the sense of:

'You are the TV'

Or this one I Photoshopped below - the caption could be:

I'm changing your channel to CONTINUOUS VISIONARY ENLIGHTENMENT!

Yeah!



(click for larger versions)


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Wednesday, December 02, 2009

The 'Thinker' and Female Figurine, Cernavodă, 5000-4600 BC


How far has art come?
These beautiful figurines were sculpted 7000 years ago!
Stunning.

The 'Thinker' and Female Figurine. Fired Clay, Hamangia, Cernavodă, 5000-4600 BC. National History Museum of Romania, Bucharest: 15906, 15907. Photo: Marius Amarie.

From a NYTimes slideshow, Artifacts from Old Europe, included in an article entitled, 'A Lost European Culture, Pulled From Obscurity,' by John Noble Wilford.


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