Oneiric; #2 Tempting

HI SISTERS! DON’T BE BLUE. LET THIS COLOUR ONLY FOR LOVELY FLOWERS. GOOD NIGHT, GOOD REST AND HAPPY DREAMS.

OverTheLower

She’d experienced all kinds of nervousness. Some hauntingly familiar ones were:
1. The seconds before getting her answersheet;
2. Jumping into the deep end;
3. Sleeping alone at night, and;
4. Cliffhangers.

But this— this was a whole new level of hopelessness.

Her heart had never been so frantic, so erratic, as it had been in this moment.

Why couldn’t he say it first? she cried.

The rain hitting the window dripped of indecisiveness, as the walls inside seemed to close on her. All too sudden, the room seemed too small to breathe in.

So many possibilities, with just one probable outcome. Some seemed appealing, and the rest…she tried not to think of.

It would’ve been so much better if he were the one that had to go through this…whatever this is.

If only…if only.

Her mind was a frizzle of emotions she didn’t know lived in her, her…

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Day 13 – Feathers

SO TRUE, DEAR SISTERS. AS FRIDA KAHLO SAID, WE CAN FLY. HAVE A NICE DAY AND USE YOUR IMAGINATION.

Inspiration in Focus

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”  –Frida Kahlo

Anyone else dream of flying high above this great big world, seeing what birds can see?

I have always been drawn to feathers as a found object that connects us humans to our feathered friends.  Although I can definitely work on identification, I do love the idea that they came from above in the magical habitat of the sky. Osprey are back in the area, and I am keeping my eye out for one of their feathers in our yard.

May your day be magical.

Melissa

**This post is part of my #100daysofdozens project, where I will draw a dozen of something every day for 100 days**

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Streetart News [wall 905] – Eduardo Kobra, Michel Velt, Smile1art

HI BEAUTIES! LET’S SKETCH ON THE WALLS TOO. HAVE A NICE DAY!

Barbara Picci

Eduardo Kobra @lisbon, Portugal

Lisbon, Portugal: new piece by Brazilian artist Eduardo Kobra.

“Portugal / Lisbon – Raoni Metuktire – Brazilian indigenous leader of the Caiapó ethnic group. Mural for the preservation of the Amazon Rainforest and indigenous people.”
Source: https://www.instagram.com/p/BU1p7B6lRB1/

USEFUL LINKS:
Eduardo Kobra in this blog | Blog | Instagram | Facebook fan page

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Michel Velt @NYC, USA

NYC, USA: new piece by Michel Velt.

USEFUL LINKS:
Michel Velt in this blog | Website | Instagram | Facebook

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Smile1art @Alpiarça, Portugal

“The fox and the grapes…”
Alpiarça, Portugal: new piece by Portuguese artist Smile1art for Torreão Art Fest.

USEFUL LINKS:
Smile1art in this blog | Instagram | Facebook fan page

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Beginning Watercolor

HI SISTERS ! SOME WATERCOLORS CAN BE A GOOD REASON TO CELEBRATE ANOTHER NEW DAY!

Leslie White

The Beginning Watercolor class also ended this week. I only had three students for this session. That meant we were able to cover quite a bit of material in a six week session.

Gayle Brown2

The first week we learned about the watercolor paper (we use Arches 140lb coldpress right from the start), brushes and practice painting wet on dry, wet in wet, and dry brushing. We practiced washes and compared mixing colors on our palettes and mixing colors on the paper. Their first assignment was to paint a back lit scene.

Gayle Brown

The second week we learned how to create trees in different ways. This included using a sponge, pontillism and scumbling. I also introduced liquid frisket and showed different ways it could be used.

Kathy Gordon

On the third week we talked about man-made objects and buildings, perspective and how to grid our paper to assist with…

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Pop up painting!

HI BEAUTIES! LET’S DRAW A HAPPY TRUNK🎨🐘🐘🐘

DESIGNWITHFLAIR

So….pop up painting…I was pleasantly surprised-ish…didn’t know I’d enjoy it sooooo much. Now realise that I enjoy painting in company…thought I was a solitary painter…Let me rephrase that – I thoroughly enjoy painting in company without an audience. It was very group therapy-ish (not really…can’t place my finger on what it was…it just felt right). It wasn’t like a drop in drawing session…there was so much more ambience…it was laid back, not taking yourself too seriously- pure art without performance or perfection-

The aim was to paint after the style of Banksy.

Went with my sis-in-law.

Defo something I might do again!

Most of all…I kept within my budget…managed to not spend a dime!!! My sis-in-law is in Finance and very money savvy. We had tap water with lemon and shared a meal (for one). Not complaining at all – my bank balance…

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On the Dance Floor — A Dream

AWW SISTERS, SATURDAY ARRIVED. BUT NO PROBLEM IF YOU DON’T WANT A DANCE!🎵🎶🎵🎶LET’S DREAM!

Nightjars & Damselflies

“On the Dance Floor” — C.Birde, 4/17

Please — don’t ask me to dance. Don’t persist when, politely, I decline. Don’t approach me on this moonless night, in this quiet, wooded glade, and dismiss my protests, pull me onto the parquet dance floor.

You don’t understand. I don’t wish to be cajoled or encouraged. I have no desire to be shamed. I lack your surety, your confidence. Can you not see, how my left leg gives beneath me? How it cannot bear my weight? Do my hands not speak of desperation? Certainly, my fingers – stiff and rigid as they are – must bite at the tender flesh at your neck and shoulders, clinging, grasping?

But no – you don’t seem to notice. You weave over the dance floor. Your scarlet shoes brush the wooden, geometric patterns with your light step. You are ease of motion, liquid in style and confidence…

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The hope of art: a public artwork at Rhodes University

HI SISTERS ! WHEN THE SKETCHES ARE SCREAMS THAT CAN BE LISTENED BY SARAH ROSE FROM SOUTH AFRICA. CHEERS MY DEAR!

Life is an exhibition

My heart, life and land

This world constantly breaks my heart, and so I need to make art. It allows me to hope.

I open myself to the heartache in this place. I let it flood my heart and fill my mind until my thoughts are exhausted and I am battered, broken, cracked.

That is when I make art. That is when I remember the beauty of humanity.

 

Can this feeling be shared? Can art be used to give other people hope? Can art help other people exist?

 

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