Out of practice …
But a nice quiet way to start the day
Glass
Ball point pen
Just sittin in bed drinking a couple of sips of Glenlivet to fall asleep… Forgot my pain med (which I only take at night) at my girls place so scotch will have to do!
Fools rush in
Ball point
….
Music: Russian Circles.
Listen
Ball point, color soft
I have a broken leg
I should draw more
I should listen
Music: if these trees could talk.
Sunrise and water
Pencil
So I’m awake, it’s the middle of the night and I wonder allowed at what point does stress become unhealthy?
When you can’t sleep…
Ugh
So drawing is what I do and listen to some music, cranked in a set of head phones and draw weird pictures.
My pencil knew what to do
Like usual it finds its way
She rises out of the ocean like the sun
But you’re supposed to stay away
And be wary of the words that flow
And the strangest things they say
Her hair breaths like the spring
And her lips wet with fresh dew
Her fingers are the branches
And her eyes burn you through
Water alive and rising flow free
Rays spread new day
And set the souls free
But she’s floating
And drifting
And leaving
Me
Sigh
The water
The bright sun
Ghost of the memory
Burned like a brand a scar remember
And across the day
And into the night
Alone the edges
It’s all right
Stranger then never
And again alone
If your heart is full
Where is it home?
The ocean will swallow her again
She just fades and goes
We dream like babies and smile
Like lovers we weep and let go
My fingers stretch out to touch
But like a fantasy can’t hold
The water rises to meet her
And into it she goes
She smiles below the surface
Her hair drifts and sways
Her eyes close
Her head goes back
Into the night
She
Goes.
Music: if these trees could talk
Eating blue
Marker
Thanks for watching through squinted eye’ve been negligent not prolific seems summer is a busy time and art suffers is life changes for the better and there needs be made a room a space for things as new things and other things and and and here it is and hoping the routine returns cause this fulfilling and peaceful like a cloud floating in a night sky blotching stars and the moon shines fresh like the morning dew sun reflecting off the grass of every blade painting with a drop of rainbow and maybe if you look hard a pot of gold maybe and maybe you won’t be blue or sad or lonely and you will eat the blue the color will come back and you will be an expression of person standing all alone on a room full of full engages persons with a pen or a brush or a song
No music tonight.
Pokemon
Crayon markers
The boy wanted his Pokemon cards today, guess what? I didn’t pack them for a week at the cottage, so we made some.
Actually he made a bunch and I made two. I didn’t really let my mind wander all that far cause if you have ever seen Pokemon characters you might figure there is some weird ju-ju in the water in Japan. But then isn’t that usually the way with anime?
Anyway
Fun.
Music: Steve Miller Band, kind if a weird sound track but meh… It worked.
Back yard
Water color
This is the backyard at my buddies place (shawn hebb) outside of Halifax, just relaxing for a couple of days staring at the ocean and drinking, and eating Chowder as much chowder as possible.
Mmmmm
I really don’t like this, but that’s what practice is all about.
Mud.
Music: Shawn Hebb
Bubbles, oil and water, pebbles
Pen and ink
Bubbles, oil and water, pebbles
Who knows? Just was nice to do….
Squint and look at it.
Imagine.
Music: airport sounds.
A few more miles
Pencil, pilot pen
It’s been cursing me from my bedside
The last couple of days
I know I should do more
And yet…
I think about an open road
The freedom to run away
The travel to a distant shore
Sleep.
The grass smells with morning dew
The low mist just lifting
Gravel loose beneath my boot
Shift
The shadows reach the day is waining.
A few more miles are missing
Travel long to rest and song
Time yet in sleep and shifting
Music: sympathy for the devil (if you have to ask…)
do a drawing a day dad 