A New Era
Hi, I just wanted to add a video and some of the new promotional things I made using my hand crafted items, as larger signage was needed. I hope you’re all well!
Two dimensional
Satan has no place in art’s
man made persona
Streaming sunlight
on gracious passage of souls
golden heron fly
A pick from this time 2 years ago. I’m still busy doing my thing and making lots of money to help beat cancer sooner. I smashed last year’s target and I am a third of the way through the one set for 2019. I will have more faith and raise it! Next event is this Saturday. I hope you are all well and gearing up for a wonderful spring and its inspiration! Take care.
Her skin is fair, lightly freckled and starkly
contrasts her ambiguous demeanour.
I always tip my cap, ‘Good day, Miss,’
but she never casts a glance.
I carry on my way, meandering
deep in wild thoughts that are always
honeysuckle, blue grass, rosehips
and my Miss.
The sun beats down on she and us,
but when my Miss smiles, the heavens open
and it pours, dare I say, it rains tears.
My thinking is, it can not compete
with the lovely lady who does not care
if I live or die, because I know us to be just
a part of my wildest dreams –
the place I go to swiftly as I pass
the dingy, rusted via duct
on my way to work –
I pass that way often, my dreams,
so as not to be seduced by the muggy
waters of brown stench lying along my trail.
Deep down, I think…
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I’ve been away concentrating on my fundraising and have also put together a new video of crafts for this quarter. Since I was knee deep in files, I wanted to add certain things to my art/sketches category like these Zentangle projects. I have been practising for a year. This form helps with meditation and concentration, and has been a boon in all of that to help me focus and think only of the moment. There are no good or bad tangles, I have since learned. And, it is what it is. So, slowly, I am trying to apply that with regard to life, and *stuff*.
Black ink and pencil shading Zentangle box frame commissioned for Mother’s Day.
Instead of tangling on pads of paper, I wanted to find other mediums to use: e.g wooden plaques, varnished, bottles etc – making more of a lasting keepsake.
One of the donations I received was a box full of lovely smooth wood, (I made into bookmarks) unlike the plaque, which ripped my pen nibs to shreds, these were a treat to work. So calming. I even ventured into colour on some, which for me is rare.
Excuse my photography. It was very late, I was very tired and didn’t even spot the blurriness due to my own.
I’m starting another year fundraising for CRUK, and painting my socks off again for my first event on 23rd February. Sorry I haven’t been able to get around to your blogs and good works yet. I hope you all have a lovely Valentine’s day, loving one another, and many others. Be kind and careful. Here are some of my hearts for you from last year’s painting spree. Take care.
Dedicating this old chestnut on Valentine’s day to my lovely husband, Jay. Love you.
Walk me to the end
of love – let us be love.
Fold me where the
seams are stitched,
edges brought closer
till there is no end.
Play me till the piano
aches, when drifting sighs
start dancing, and crooning
violins stop playing.
Lift me like a hope
seeking light from dust,
hold me with your beauty
like a soul on fire –
let me be the risk you take,
dance me to the edge
then wait with me until the end
of love, let us be love.
Mist’s grip
trickles from icicles
time floats away
Birds leave footprints
in this powder puff dream
I pinch myself
Over excited
my dreams roam too far from me
trampling lush heather
Often in springtime
scents of favourite flowers
push back to winter
Walking though the world
hand in hand with nature’s woes
a cool breeze still blows
Privileged to touch
rough, wrinkled bodies of logs
reminds me of life
poetry w/teeth
Just wondering at the miracle called LIFE .
Author River Dixon
poetry by Robert Ford
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