Patterns

What can I say, I love patterns….drawing in one app then modifying it in another couple of apps. Then multiplying the images…….something in my brain makes me keep going, changing, creating new iterations. Playing with the colours, the tones, the sharpness of the images.

You don’t know when you start how they are going to turn out, but I want them to be satisfying. I do like to add spirals, curves and shading.

 

Red glasses

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A couple of years ago I did a doodle on the computer of me wearing my old red glasses. The idea was to draw it as if I was using a scraper board …. you know scratching through a black surface to reveal a metallic coloured base layer.

The red really stands out on this drawing (which has been duplicated in layout).

I think artists need to experiment, even if its just  little ideas that get the cogs going in your brain!

Red glasses hide your eyes behind

Thick glass, makes you think?

Makes your thought opaque, hidden,

Eyes glint under the red frame,

Pale thoughts unbidden.

Will they see the real you,

will they feel your thoughts?

Reveal yourself by showing your eyes..

The pain, the fear, the dark.

Cat sketch

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Pounce, purr, play, prowl,

Hide, hunt, hop, howl,

Bright, black, brown, bowl,

Occult, ocular original owl.

Nose, naughty,  named Noel,

Sweet, silly, soft soul.

Chilled, cheeky, cat, cruel,

Leap, lithe,  light, lol,

Food, fine, feathered, fowl.

Sharp, sleek, strong, seal,

jump, jink, joy, jowl.

Can’t think of any more rhymes for prowl…. I used owl because I was thinking of their exceptional eyesight

X.

Seeing through you

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I see you walking towards me, that face is angry? Are you annoyed?

Your steps are fast, you are moving rapidly…

Stamping footsteps,  arms flinging forward, closer now.

Marching to war?  Marching to fight? What have I done?

Are you looking at me? Your gaze is fixed, looking over my shoulder. …

Closer still I can hear your clothes rustling, chafing, exaggerating your steps.

Your breath is panting, I think you are about to speak …

face to face, face passing face, I turn and see the back of your head moving away.

Like ships passing, we have not met, just glanced at and against each other.

I thought I saw you, but it was just seeing through you, like mist, there, and then gone, a wisp of air slowly dissipating. …

 

Profiles

Faces show emotions, from love to hate and everything else in between….how does that work, how can we see behind the eyes, inside the skull?……..

 

Your face betrays your mind

Your mind is not mine.

I cannot read your face,

I cannot read your mind……

 

Your eyes tell tales of love,

Betrayal and lies,

Forgiveness and deceit,

But you are mine, my sweet.

 

Your hands embrace my soul ,

Give love a shape, a goal

My life with yours entrapped

Two voices, one word, ….rapt.

phoenix

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Apologies to real writers out there. I drew this then decided to write a very short story to go with it…forgive me!

The Phoenix rose into the air above the flames,  it’s wings beat them back and swirled huge sparks around it. The shock waves from its flight blew branches off the trees, then tiles off the roof just across the way from where the bird had cracked the golden shell of her egg.

In the bedroom of the house a young girl sat brushing her hair before she got into bed. A small nightlight with a pink shade cast a gentle glow in the room. Two windows let in pale starlight, and for a moment the girl thought she saw a shooting star streaking across the sky.

The Phoenix had seen the steady light from the bedroom. It was young and craved the warm heat that it had left behind. It had been born in the bonfire that the girls neighbour had lit earlier in the day, not knowing that an old Phoenix had laid her egg there before fluttering off to die in the forest.

Phoenix can survive without fire, but when they are chicks they need warm light to dry out their feathers which stay damp from the egg for a long time. The light from the room was just right so beating her wings she flitted across the street.

The girl opened her window to allow cool air into the room and snuggled down under the covers. As she lay there she thought she heard the scrabbling of her cats claws at the door. But the noise seemed to be coming from her bedside table. Quietly she lifted the blankets and looked, directly into the glinting eye of the Phoenix!

No ….she must be dreaming  she thought. Then she saw the bird had carefully curved its wings around the top of the night light.  It raised its head so that its neck was straight and beak pointed up to the ceiling.

Now it was bathing in the heat and light, gaining strength with each minute. The girl lay still, she didn’t want to breath. She could see through the wings, they were almost transparent now, the bird was starting to fade……

“Don’t go!” she whispered, but it was too late. The Phoenix  had become a sparkling, soaring mass of light, weightless, magical, etherial.

Quietly it flowed through the air like liquid gold and silver. …out through the window and on towards the rising moon….

 

More animals

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You don’t have to take drawing seriously, you can experiment and learn new techniques as you go!

The thing I try and do is to draw something every day. They reckon that you need to do  10,000 hours at anything to become an expert, something like that anyway. At my age I must be well passed that…..

These are more digital drawings, probably done around 2012. They popped up on my Facebook feed as a memory.  It’s interesting to look back and see what you were doing years ago. It is like looking at old sketchbooks.

I want to do some more work like this, but it is finding time to do it that is the problem.

Anyway goodnight all!