Joy of Compassion

Sorrowful joy of compassion
wells up like a bursting flower

A flaming soul cleanse
grace in action
washes my cheeks

Flash springs of hot tears
follow their rutted path
to settle peacefully
in the pond of my heart

Treasured Blessings

Through the filter of her lens
beauty and grace sparkle
in every bend and fold
young and old inspiring

Enticing depths of understanding
wrinkles of conundrum
awakening awareness

The myriad facets
a multi-dimensional jewel

Humanity, family, nature
earth, sun, creation

Treasured blessings
life’s experiences

Sweetness of Image

Sweetness of Image

For me, there is a whole different paradigm for creating effective illustrations than creating fine art from the mind’s eye. Just like when I begin a piece of art, whenever I start to create an illustration I can see the beautiful outcome in my mind’s eye. It’s so wonderful. Then, I start drawing, or painting, or illustrating on the computer, and suddenly I am at a loss. It’s like all my knowingness just flew out the window.

Then begins the work of my craft – research. I seek out models from which to draw. I’ve got boxes of old cuttings from magazines and books that I started saving when I was quite young. I also have  photographs that I have taken throughout my life.

‘ve been known to photograph models which I have staged specifically for the image I am working on. I have a collection of many odd things I can construct models from and have even used myself in costume, or not. As a last resort, there are always models available online to determine the angle of something, or the way something is “put-together.” One of the biggest boons to my illustration work from the whole computer graphics thing  is the ease of cobbing together a composite model from which to draw. That is very helpful.

No matter how I get there, my favorite part is when the illustration gets to that sweet stage, where I’ve gotten to love the image through my pencil, pen, brush, mouse or tablet pen. Even if I really don’t care for the subject matter, I develop a love relationship with the image through the intimate interaction using whatever media fits the style I am to accomplish. That is grace blessing me in the process of allowing it to flow freely through me.

Actually, it not only doesn’t matter which media, or style, but it is the same for me, throughout all creative expressions. I remember first experiencing that sweetness when I did my first oil painting – a portrait of my feet – at 13. I’ve felt it when singing, dancing, and preparing food. The first time with type was on a Gateway computer, in the early 80’s. That type on the screen was so sweet, it curled the edges of my tongue. My favorite though, is the sweetness of a fully created image.  Oh, yum!

Help is Here Always

Hold On!
with all your love!
As you surrender
all that does not serve you
Help is not only on it’s way
It’s here now always!
Earth’s Tears

Earth’s Tears

Cry no more

when the rains have called
for even the newest blossoms to fall
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My cheeks are washed
by Earth’s tears
Shed for all her children
and even for herself
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Choices made
in the ease of ignorance
and the arrogance of youth or greed
Foretell storms of anguish
yet Spring is arriving on their heels