Made from plastic shopping bags, construction paper, flour and boiling water. See Sketching Workshops for upcoming program details.
Heavy storms moved through Central Massachusetts on my way home today, accompanied by a tornado watch...we took shelter in the Gale Public Library where I saw a statue of Joan of Arc. After drawing her, I saw a small girl watching, so I gave her the drawing. I hope it makes her want to draw, too.
Looking, in this moment,
at the summer landscape
in all it's birdy fullness and firm greenery
a moment: I sit in bright hot sodden sun
in the leveled
chopped green landscape
strewn with splinters and plastic, and still
that moment peaceful
This moment peaceful,
And later, after a tame storm
has ripped spent petals
from the early herbs, this moment.
And that; there. No dripping foliage
but the slightest stir
of questioning birdsong in bare air.
A prism in my fist
stretched to the sun,
I cast a single
Today is the last day of early Summer. "Tornado" is a musing on a Buddhist scrap of wisdom that I'm puzzling out.
Back from a long recovery from surgery. April is National Poetry Writing Month. See NaPoWriMo.net. and the Poem-a-Day section of this site.
Two minute fountain pen sketches, colored later with crayon. Images from pixelove.com, a collection o imaes for artist's exercise.