Joy Birds
Harbingers of Joy
Like harbingers of joy
they sat and watched
No birds sang
as I contemplated my path
Like harbingers of joy
they sat and watched
No birds sang
as I contemplated my path
Hawk or Eagle
Raptors alike
My heart beats
like a mother drum
in the shadow
of the inscrutable
scrutiny
Oil pastel and ink drawing.
I love working in these media as there is such depth to the color and the layers of richness. Also, the detail possible can be stunning. I was first introduced to them when scrutinizing the work of Susan Boulet. They seem to have been her most favored media. I find myself lapsing into their use every now and again, and honoring her Shaman Spirit with my own.
She wore hearts upon her sleeve, more on her left than on her right. There were more closer to her own heart than not.
This drawing comes from my sketchbook. It is relaxing to me to just allow individuals to appear, and get lost in playing with dots and lines. When I work with a live model, I prefer to use a fine point pen of some kind. There is something soothing about making a decision and living with it, right or wrong. The commitment of it. The challenge of figuring out a way to make it right if it doesn’t work.
There are always little discrepancies that remind me of human frailties and the beauty in the imperfectness of both nature and human.
The process of mono-print making is so delightful because it begs the awareness in the moment. Each unique print as I play with the ink calls on the Muse to guide my thoughts and hands. It’s even more joyous when there’s great music playing and the rest of the body gets in on the dancing.
Today was a day of creativity and expression. That’s always good for me.
She made her point with the point of her pen
And the whole point of the rose is beauty amongst the thorny points of life, I suppose.