Orange and Green
The creative wells have run dry, especially the verbal ones, and this is about all I can do right now – a little bit of visual and hope for the best. I guess the creative waters will flow again and words flower, but until they do, I am just sitting here with nothing else to do.
Shadow
“- sometimes we live in the shadows –
sometimes we live in the sun –
but even when the sun is shining –
a shadow can fall on anyone -“
Fin on Swing
So, how do you get movement into a two-dimensional space? How do you get the to and fro, the up and down, the legs out front, the hair out back? And there are so many things missing. The alpacas watching. The goats guzzling. The peacock making whatever noise a peacock makes. Oh dear, I forgot all of those things. But then, I was never a great artist – just a dabbler in line and color, in sorrow and joy, but joy and happiness, shape and color, emotions above all. And when childhood meets second childhood – then there is joy and laughter and swings that go faster.
Orange Blossom Special
Today, Fin discovered the color ‘orange’! Here’s what she says about her painting.
“My painting is just amazing. I just love the way the orange flows and how it surrounds the other colors. I want to do more soon! Bye for now!”
“We can have fun with this one. Time to publish. Or perish. Bye!”
Ornithology
Time to celebrate the seasonal – and totally unexpected – arrival of the Orange Crested Red and Yellow Butter Bird. Magnificent isn’t he-she-it? I know, I know – birding is serious. And no, I am not serious. Just enjoying myself with a red here, a yellow there, a brown underneath, and lovely black outlines.
When childhood meets second childhood, things like this happen. Just sit back, enjoy them, and think of Canada. And yes, I am amused. Why shouldn’t I be?
Oh yes – and Happy Birthday Old Salt – Vive l’Acadie – et bonne fête d’Acadie – and don’t forget Stella Maris and the Blessing of the Fleet.
The Making of Man
Finley has decided that this is how we should see “man”, in all his or her complicated manifestations. Human / hu-woman – mankind – womankind – people-kind – art of this type has no gender attached. It is singular, so not people. It is you, it is me, it is all of us.
Fin-Fin, I salute you.
Bas Bleu Clair à Pieds Nus
This has been a time when words have failed me. Thanks to the presence of Finley in the house, my painting and drawing has been restored and I have once again begun to see a new world of shape and color through the eyes of a small child. Small? She is tall for her age and very, very visual. This morning we did online jigsaw puzzles – all art and patterns – and fractals!
Words may fail, but they are ever present. Bas bleu, well we all know what that means in the world of French academia where I once lived, a long, long time ago. Bas bleu clair – well they are light blue, aren’t they? And, like the revolutionary sans culottes, my figure walks barefoot, à pieds nus, that is to say, without shoes, sans chaussures.
I don’t know who started playing with words and cartoons, but Goya was a master at doing so, in his etchings. So words and visions linked, all in a playful game of allusion / elusion. What a wonderful world, that of the childlike, playing mind.
Rainbow Flower and Pot
Finley has decided, quite rightly, that what she wants to paint, draw, or colour, is much more important than any of the page prompts in the drawing book I got her. That said, this could easily be a comic book cover – or the cover photo of my next book.
“I want to see the world again through the eyes of a little child” – Picasso. The gift of so doing is precious.
Compassion
Finley #3.
We are working together on paintings.
This is Finley’s third effort. It is called Compassion.
Mirror images and tinges of warmth and reaching out.
Fin #2
Fin, while filling in squares, created a portrait of Moo.
This is my style of art. That’s how I paint. I hope you enjoy it.
Bye.
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