So, I have not entirely abandoned my hope of giving you a story for Christmas (yes, I’m pretty much looking at *you*, Sonja). In the meantime, however, here’s something I painted 🙂
Oh lord and do I have some stories, not all of which are from the Arizona trip.
The dangers of “Farm Fresh”… there were chickens in my eggs this morning. blaaaahhhhhh…
My friend’s camera is that epic sort of thing that has, y’know, whole different settings and lenses and wide-angle and shutter speed stuff. So I didn’t bother taking a lot of pictures with my crappy little “point and click” digital camera. So pictures will mostly have to wait for my friend to upload hers.
I did, however, paint pictures!
Also helped save two stupid goats who tried to off themselves by eating the bark from the stump of the freshly cut down Rhododendron bush, cut down precisely because it’s poisonous to most animals. So we had to dose them with a ton of activated charcoal, which I happened to have with me, saving a trip to town and wasted time.
I wouldn’t recommend going rock climbing pulling a horse trailer filled with sheep. That was something else, too. Those poor sheep! Trust me, it wasn’t that we wanted to, it was the only way out of where we were.
This week, I would like you to pick a letter from the alphabet and write a poem – so that each word in your poem starts with that letter.
If you pick, let’s say, the letter “M”, each word must obviously start with M, any and all. Which means that if you do not pick “A”, you cannot use “and” and so on.
Someone said she sought solace
Some sweet sanctuary
Skin softened, smoothed, sensual;
Saffron scented smoke swirling skyward.
She sipped sobriety slowly.
Sacred stones, solitary sentinels
See sunset stars, sundials, survey
Such significant sights.
So simple, sanity succumbs.
Sapphire sands shift, settle,
Surrounding sandled steps.
Seraphims sigh singing Sappho’s signs…
Silent soon, she slips southward.
Sanguine sublimity subdued.
Statues standing silent
Sans seeing, scattered
Scant sincerity sent seeking
Sometimes stained shells survive scratches.
Titan toasts, to tokens these!
There thick the texts told,
Tiger’s teeth tearing tithes to threads!
Taken true, tainted taels
Turned thrift to trickery.
Temptation takes ten-fold throats.
Thunder thrust toward twilight treasures
Tossed, tumbled trove;
Torrid trysts trod tiptoe.
Topaz temples tailor traveler’s talismans
Thirteen, twelve… then two:
Trials taught, tempests tamed.
Takeup, takeup! True tribulations told.
Talented troubadours toast their trials.
Instead of using water color, I used this wonderful black paper I had almost forgotten I had! It’s the perfect canvas for creating pictures with a very different feel to them.
we drink because we’re poets has also issued a photo challenge:
Last week we looked at the Chinese element of Fire…this week we will look at Water…not the Chinese element, which I’ll talk about much later, this time I want just Water.
So I would like to humbly submit: water at my house
I painted this weekend. Quite a bit. I’ve scanned my favorite 5 in to share.
I really like this pallet. The reds and golds have captured my interest, which is why this is now the third iteration of this particular pallet.
A gift for my sister. She loved my Mother Earth painting so much, I painted one just for her, with her Scot/Irish red hair.
A dear friend of mine raises Navajo Churro sheep. They’re absolutely gorgeous! If I had a spinning wheel I’d buy pounds of it to spin! As it is, I’ll have to console myself for now with just painting pictures of them.
Generic sunset from a tropical beach. Showing this now, but it was an offshoot of the inspiration for the next picture, because I want to save the best for last:
This. This is my favorite so far. This was the view out my kitchen window this morning at 6:30 AM when I went down to get a glass of water. The sun was still behind the mountains, but the sky was just beginning to grow light, and the trees and hills were perfectly silhouetted against it in black. It was so beautiful I immediately went back upstairs and started to paint it.
So here are more practice pieces, the likes of which I hope will help my friend save her mother’s house. I’m thinking of offering prints for sale, or you can claim one by donating at least $50.00 to my friend’s fund raiser to help her mother stay in her house.
I’m working on creating more, with the hope that finished pieces are (for good reason) more likely to get people to want them than theoretical pieces.
The leaf, I’m still itching to do more to it… I think I might add a bit of shadow around some edges to give the impression it’s sitting on the page rather than floating in space… We’ll see. It’s fun to play, these are all practice pieces, and I do learn more each time I do one.
Someday I hope to be able to take a watercolor course at the local college, unfortunately the times tend to be just outside of my convenient schedule, and even then the tuition is usually just outside of my ability to afford it.
Until then, I will continue to have much fun with my little watercolor pallet and the pad of watercolor paper my friend gave me ❤
Yesterday was a good day for inspiration and relaxation. I took the Keystone ferry to Port Townsend and spent a beautiful, if rainy, day enjoying myself and being inspired to write a story that, as often happens, ended up somewhere very different than what I had been thinking of when I started it.