Etched in Pixels

Etched in Pixels

Sunrise and sunset are my favorites…

(except, maybe,  for Day and Night)

It was a long day. I just got home and realized I had not completed preparing an image for today. I’m consciously deciding that this is one of those occasions that “Anything worth doing is worth doing mediocre.” Otherwise, I would not post an image this evening. There is a quality about this image that really speaks to me, yet I am certain that I could spend several more hours futzing with it to get it closer to some unknown ideal.  Really, I don’t need to bludgeon it to death.

Rainbow Dancer

Rainbow Dancer

Originally I did this mixed media piece by hand years ago. It became water damaged and tattered. Tonight I decided to rejuvenate it. It relates to my willingness to stand in who I am and live up to my full potential and I feel empowered by it. I actually did bellydance in Hollywood, by the way… and Cucamonga!

Rabbit Foot Fern

Rabbit Foot Fern

Lucky Fern

As luck would have it, there has always been a rabbit’s foot fern around somewhere in my life. Nowadays, it lives out in my yard, hanging from a hook on the fence.  There is a clean beauty to an ink drawing which I have always been attracted to. I enjoy the challenge of drawing them because I restrict myself from any prior pencil marks, and I have to work with what I put down initially. I enjoy having to commit like that. It’s very honest, somehow. The layers of images added in Photoshop add a richness. I’ve said that before, and I’ll probably say it again.

Flapper

Flapper

Unruffled Beyond Her Feathers

Today’s image is a simple drawing done in colored pencil. I do enjoy just simply drawing. The characters and faces that show up for me to capture  with pencil, pen or paint are always familiar somehow and yet each unique. There have been a couple that show up more than once, but not many.

Moonrise

Moonrise

Mystery Lake

I camped alone on the shore of the lake, forsaken by none, embraced by moonlit breezes, wakened from slumber by the whispering pines, calmed into dream by the waters song. I would have lingered longer on that distant and isolated shore if not for the mysterious longing that called my heart home.

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This is a result of combining an ink drawing and two paintings.