Give It to Me Straight
Sometimes, sideways
Is the straightest path
What feels like off the beam
Is merely a tweaking
To get more on track
And then there’s the crab
Walking sideways is straight
Answers lurk in the angle
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More important than warp or weft
Is the fabric quality
No thread’s path is absolutely straight
Brilliant Tree
Like a flame
the yellow tree stood
showing off brilliantly
ever mindful of her job
to be a beacon of light
where planted
Alchemical Soup
Mesmerized by belief
yet flying on fledgling wings
in alchemist’s soup
The Truth – the Light shone forth
in brilliant anticipation
of faithful flight
Propped by miracles
life’s appearance magical
Then every moment
unfolds with great aplomb
Or not…
Cape of Dreams
He wore his dreams
like a cape of courage
Woven of conscious construct
from the fabric gifted
as visions from guidance
He walked with his head up high
through trepidation and every old story
told in whispered breath
by ghostly voices of the past
Thus, he sang his soul’s song…
Functioning Site – What a Joy!
I’ve heard it said that if you want God to laugh, tell him you’ve got plans. Well, a comic by nature, I did just that. I have been re-building my website one page at a time for quite some while. I was being painstaking because I wanted to make it better than ever before, as I changed the focus from what I can to do to what I absolutely love to do.
I completed the project a couple weeks ago, and was quite pleased with the outcome. Except for one point. The blessed thing just loaded way too slow. Turns out I had far too many sites on one hosting account, so I purchased a bright and shiny new one with more whistles and bells etc. (joyfulnames.com)
Therein arose the laugh, loud and clear! Parts of my site are on wordpress, and part just pure html. It was my plan that I would just migrate this whole site seemlessly. HA! When you are dealing with data bases, and 50+ image-rich pages, it is a little more work than I planned, to say the least, yet I was persistant. Eventually, I was able to get the entire thing completely mirrored on the new host using a different domain name, re-configure where the original domain was pointing, and make it work great. Then I pushed the one button required to rename the old host domain so the other sites on there would be taken care of. Ooops.
I guess I did that too soon. There suddenly arose many little things that I had not done in the most kosher way threatening to either be corrected or they would stand out like a sore thumb! Weeks, months of work gone totally awry!
The Joy in all of this is that it is now all corrected, and even better than before. The parts function, and I can return my focus to what really makes my heart sing. Yay!
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!
Sandy Respite
Sullied sand
‘neath crimson sunset
Harried by none
slowly sifts away trouble
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Rest my bones
on the beach
between sand and sun
while breezes wash
my brow with kisses
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Ah, Respite!
Friendship Poem
If I were to write a friendship poem
filled with joy, love
my deep appreciation
And hide it in the pocket of your shirt
or prop it up on the table
where you eat your breakfast
What a little thing
that would be
Yet shift happens
Like a butterfly’s fluttering wing
that one small act moves mountains
eventually or sooner
As you come to know a little more
how very much you are loved
Hallowed Eyes
Hallowed eyes
grasp me in their grip
telling stories of an old
crisp and dusty nature
Awakening feelings
stale in flesh
and bright in Spirit
Keep me ever in that gaze
Let the shackles slip away
crusted build up soften
And new day dawn
around me
within me…
Camera Mugging
Sometimes, he has too much fun
Dancing and cracking up
Mugging it up for some non-existent camera
The joy bubbling through
in an almost frantic pace
On those high-stepping days
of Laurel and Hardy moves
and free-flowing morning scat
I appreciate his sense of humor
and the way he occupies
his body in the present moment