Muddled in Fog
Hawaiian Shirt
Lest all be muddled in the mists of time
let truth shine it’s rayon me
He said he never owned a Hawaiian shirt…
From a drawing that I did
of a photograph of my dad that I found
Lest all be muddled in the mists of time
let truth shine it’s rayon me
He said he never owned a Hawaiian shirt…
From a drawing that I did
of a photograph of my dad that I found
A simple photo montage I created in time, however did not post in time. I posted it out of time.
Feeling the grey today.
I sat out in the sun for a minute or two before the clouds took over again. It was long enough to dig my toes into the mud and appreciate my connection to it. The bright red berries that used to always appear at Christmas time at my Grandmas house when I was little are quite prevalent in this neighborhood, if you know where to look. They always cheer up my eyes.
This little guy posed for me through the window. I got several shots where the little camera hound just posed and looked straight at the camera.
The poem comes from TheDailyNapkin.com, which I write.
Oh, I do have fun with layers!
I started today with a simple pen and ink drawing that I had scanned to put up for sale on Etsy. I’ve decided to clear space for new work. That means freeing all of the old pieces that I never really showed anywhere to be out in the world, including sketches, studies, and other pieces that just struck me enough to keep.