Tag: artists at work
No mere recorder this
Light falls
On an electric canvas
Strokes from a brush
Made of glass
On an electric canvas
Strokes from a brush
Made of glass
Interpretations
Of a world made
From highlights
And shadows
Rendering texture
And line
Beach Therapy
How many hours have I spent
Without lament
On ocean shores
Listening to waves crash down
And then recede
Without lament
On ocean shores
Listening to waves crash down
And then recede
Cobalt
It pleases me
I’m not sure why
It’s the blue
I think
The cobalt
I’m not sure why
It’s the blue
I think
The cobalt
It’s what drew me
What pleased
My mind’s eye
Said, “There’s something there”
Click
Click
Click
Being of the Night
I am a being of the night
My energy rises when
Illuminated
By moonlight
And starshine
My energy rises when
Illuminated
By moonlight
And starshine
Fraturday
Sometimes I am called quite late
To set
On a Friday
In the afternoon
To set
On a Friday
In the afternoon
They serve us eggs on toast
With bacon (Gawd, we love bacon!)
We greet each other
“Good morning!”
The moment not captured
Every picture tells a story
Don’t it?
I suppose.
But I know better
Don’t it?
I suppose.
But I know better
Every picture evokes a story
Evokes a feeling
Evokes a memory
Or an insight
Or a knowledge
The Art of the Audience
Some works of art remain incomplete
Once the artist has let them go
They need the touch of the audience
Their insight and influence
Seeking Dragons
I went out on a photo safari with a buddy of mine, eventually landing at Vancouver’s New Brighton Park, an inner harbour green space surrounded by port facilities, including this sugar off-loading dock.
I was intrigued by the shapes, and the somber mood of the clouds, and by the reflection the unloading facilities cast on Burrard Inlet. I shot off a series of photos, hoping something would work.
An Artistic Encounter With Nature
“Let me paint for you,” she said.
“Ummm, yeah. Yeah!” I stammered as what she was suggesting sank in with increasing gravity.
“Yeah! That would be awesome!”
Pix to Words 