My friend, Yuko, is an artist in Japan who was affected by the recent disasters in Japan, and was just interviewed by the Arts NPO Aid program. The interview isn't in English yet, but there are some photo's of her wonderful work. The Arts NPO Aid program is a non-profit program set up to help Japan's artists get back on their feet after the 311 quake/tsunami/nuke disaster. Please visit the Arts NPO website to show your support.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
I miss my home. All these pics were taken from my window there.
My computer desk sat just inside looking out over my gardens.
My window was so much more entertaining than any TV.
This little guy and I had a wonderful arrangement. He really loved a certain weed with little yellow flowers, which I let grow in my gardens, and in return, he didn't eat any of my other flowers.
Such a serious little fellow.
Caught with the evidence still on his beak.
Is that a look of guilt?
This little guy would get angry at his reflection... every day!
Well, he's certainly well fed.
And, when they're done eating...
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
...and haven't been doing much blogging. It seems I've been in the mood for drawing mythological beings instead.
This is a color pencil sketch for a project that I'm working on for a friend. I call him Thor, but he seems to be dressed for a warmer climate, like maybe Greece. Could be because of the 100 degree weather we've been having lately.
I made this one with different colored ball point pens. She was originally just an outline I made for this piece of digital art from several years ago.
The weather we've been having has been wreaking havok on my mood lately. We're six months into a drought right now. I've been trying to save my gardens, but may end out loosing a tree. I've been known to cry when a tree dies, and there are dead trees everywhere I go. These little beauties help lift my spirits when I go out to water.
I like to imagine that little faeries danced on the top of this one and left a trail of their steps.
And, the Faerie Princess left her crown on this one.
But, then I wake to sad dreams in the morning. This morning the dream was about a dog that I had abandoned and then died before I could get back to it. It made me think about a real dog that I used to have years ago, whose death was surrounded by mysterious circumstances. So, I wrote this poem.
Taken to the Woods
taken to the woods
by a friendly face
did she wonder
why he was with her
instead of me?
visit to her favorite place
ends abruptly with a
bullet in her brain
I failed her again
old and sickly
I left her vulnerable
was it a mercy killing?
look of horror on his face
when I mention that
she was getting better
extra effort required
isn’t given when needed most
another piece of me is gone
and the cycle continues
he leads me astray
but I follow willingly
into the woods
looking for peacefulness
because it’s just easier
he thinks he’s doing me a favor
This last one was written the other morning.
My Conscience is so Much Crueler
while my subconscious
whispers to me in my sleep
like a compassionate lover
“you underestimate yourself”
“feel unworthy of giving encouragement”
my conscience becomes enraged
lies in wait for me to wake
to scold with a harsh voice
like an angry father
humiliates and rejects me
until there is no more desire to wake
Well um... I think I'll go back to my mythological world now.