New Stuff #CRUK #charity#hand painted crafts

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!

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man made persona

Streaming sunlight
on gracious passage of souls
golden heron fly

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Zentangle #art

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.

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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.

zentangle on wooden plaque vID

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.

zentangle bookmark VID

Excuse my photography.  It was very late, I was very tired and didn’t even spot the blurriness due to my own.

 

 

Song for a Bluebird

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.

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.

Sappho: a small tribute

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I speak rightly –
set not my words to music,
nor douse them in tune to vast breaths
of  tempests’
contemplative praise.

I am among you as mortal,
still.  But, please, breathe freely –
at least for a time,
then let me be to eager rests’
devoted arms –

of course your strewn petals,
benign at my feet,
speak calmly of foe and friend –
draw me close to your wondrous
adoration;  so separate me not from music’s glow

when such fragments tear you
into fractious, scattered pieces –
and so it is perhaps that great art’s worship
be confined to symbolic gesture.

I am not lost, and I am not gone
whilst echoes play
with such innocence
and voices call me.  I am translucent.
Gleaned from me is the skin you were denied.
I am always yours.  I am diaphanous.

Dreaded Whispers

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Been gardening again… love this plant.

Strokes of moonlight smother
the inflorescent
whispers of the smoke bush

wavering against twilight’s
ghostly dreams
while pondering the water,
pondering depth and death.

Subdued, hushed panicles warp,
subtly interwoven
inside black steel ripples
made by water splashed sedge warblers
flung across the sheen of bleak, black,
stretched canvas

where streaks of my childhood run
wildly ‘til they bleed into the perfect wash –
disrupted only briefly by daubs of
my more morbid notions –

a thousand indigo butterflies
dotted like inky death
become pinned to the eerie flatness of water
and of life –

finally, my drowning memories
are absorbed by stagnant fluid –
the whispers are hushed in the black, dead air
where mosquitoes live instead,
and for the first time, I begin to thrive.

Flaunting Hatred

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Poem was inspired by a fabulous artist and a poem choice for his art.  I’ve just recently began following.   Please go and see the work of Anthony Grootelaar.  The picture is unrelated.

I begged him to love me,
but not for nought
as music played in the draught
of what I sought.
I scoffed his imperfections
liaised with wit
when laughter ran unescorted
on a matter of mutual concern,
and yet, through his brutal demeanour,
tenderness rose
befitting the night.
Perchance I could love better –
but only after death.

Tempt Me

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Inspiration from Anne Deneau at The Darkest Art.  Superb dock for ‘art of the dark and morbid variety’.

A visit by wicked angels
with ashen arms spread
in righteous but indigent pose
left me gorged, deflated.
I told them, ‘Speak to me only if repentant,
do not tower over castles long forgotten
or drive hoards to fantasy in dire times.
Do not tempt, shame or brainwash
with false gods and saviours.
Go, messengers – singer of slow songs
and harbingers of death
and let me sleep.

The Keeper

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I am the keeper of lost things,
those intangible imprints of  wasted life,
destined to become the destroyer of goodness
and maker of sadness.
I am the collector of vast hauls and hoards,
since time is thievery and accomplice to cruel
love; both take from me, in swift exchange,
my things for harsh space, only to become
entangled in remnants of incomplete thought,
and ‘til sunken eyes and gestures sweep a vile ground –
where lies all a memory cannot contain.
Don’t blunt me with spells and vain speech,
or artistry, somewhat incomplete – you’re of foul tongue.
So consider that, all of these splattered blanks
make this canvass bare –
wouldn’t thou pain if my picture lay there?

Colour my World

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Draw the Junoesque shapes of me,
colour my world fantastically,
shade with depth and imagination,
sketch my past
into oblivion –
paint me with your words.

Blush my cheeks, awash with hope,
use knife edge, brutal and excited strokes,
draw me in with a mad, brush crush,
red ochre
flamed onto canvas –
don’t paint me with your smoke.

Catch Up #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Hi, I had to take a break due to illness but I wrote a daily each day, which I am now able to post, hopefully keeping on track with the challenge – prob not much else for now but we will see…read ’em or run lol. (I will catch up with everyone as soon as, too).

Day 91/365 Glass Pond

Stillness is not peace
If you don’t like where you are
consider moving

Day 92/365 Fermenting

Rice wine is the dream
of spring and summer combined
Saki warms winter

Day 93/365 Inferno

The warmth of red wine
lights the blues and the cold draughts
Dante fires my soul

Day 94/365 Giotto

Two dimensional
Satan has no place in art
Man made persona

Day 95/365 Inner Peace

The staircase winds on
but steps to serenity
are often lower

Day 96/365 Focus

Close this book’s chapter
Press firmly between the leaves
Lessons of the past

Day 97/365 Passage

Streaming sunlight bows
A gracious passage of souls
Golden heron fly

Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog

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