Day: June 24, 2019

They can’t know that

Once I passed an old woman climbing the stairs one step at a time
In my heart I felt I despised her;I was shocked
A spontaneous emotion I despised in myself
Now I have become her
Can I complain if people look down on me
Ask if I need help when I am going down the stairs in a shop with no lift
Can they carry me down?
Sometimes people stop me in the High Street
Tell me I look dreadful
What can I say?
Do we still feel as we did towards lepers?
I can’t grumble and if I did, I remember I was one of despisers
Though I pushed away the thoughts
I suppose it’s like  when we say all black people look the same
Or maybe all white people look the same
I take pleasure in the young with their shining hair and vitality
Then I remember it’s not far to  being old, but they can’t know that

  What photos make good subjects for digital art?

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A first I  drew with Microsoft Paint Program.I did cats,apples and abstracts

I found Microsoft Paint by accident.I had not heard of, knew nothing  such things.I spent about a year and a half playing with it  especially when I had a few months of illness.I  made some abstracts and then a great many cat pictures.It made me realize it o.k to simplify.to do so;you have no choice with Paint And that what I really like drawing is two objects in relation like two cats or apples.I tried three cats as well.It has that advantage… you discover what you personally like to draw.Ideally I’d prefer watercolor or pastels but I had no class I could manage then,

Arty party

cat2 alone

 

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What will happen?

Naive art!

This is the family of three… a child has arrived

Cat is cross

 Moving on from Paint,I discovered Artweaver and Paint.Net both free.I experimented and found for transforming a photo  it’s good to use  photographs  with  strong shapes and pattern  like trees,cracks in the pavement,gates,fencing,certain buildings,climbing shrubs  on a wall…..natural patterns

bus stop 6A tree trunk

Cracks in the pavement 3

Cracks in our pavement down the  end of the  street

Cracks in the pavement

Cracks in the pavement.It looks better in color

 

Here I used Paint to add birdlike shapes to the  previous image

The top image below is from a photo of a mosquito  bite on my thigh after I scratched it so there was a little blood

another insect bite 3

From my trees collection

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What not to use.. don’t use photos with a large area in one color…even if it looks ok as a photograph

I found ignorance quite helpful in a way as I had no expectations…..which is very important I believe.

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Do people hate poetry?

mint-mothhttps://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2016/10/why-poetry-misses-the-mark/497504/

Extract:

The Romantics, faced with a disenchanted universe, attempted to discover a new source of enchantment in the human imagination, and poetry became a metaphor for that creative, life-enhancing power. Poetry used to mean poems. Now poems began to seem like just one habitation, and far from the grandest, of the force that is poetry. Naturally, this fateful division between poetry and poems had enormous consequences for the way poems were written. After all, if poetry is ineffable and infinite, there is no reason it should be bound by the mechanical laws of meter and rhyme. In the modern age, poetry became antinomian.

The cows are  pure, the vegetation’s lush

I have got a cottage in Iran
At least that’s what I read on my house plan
Maybe there is some mistake or joke
If I go   I  think my heart would break

I don’t know where  my passport is right now
I think I lay down  much too near a cow
My passport must have tasted very good
Now it’s in a cowpat in the mud

If I  try to get a new one  very fast
They’ll think I  am a terrorist  at last
I know that they are watching me right now
Unless  it’s  just  the eyes of that brown cow

I’d prefer a house in Shepherd’s Bush
The cows are  pure, the vegetation’s lush

Lamb chops bring the devil out in me

My man has gone to heaven on his own
Now I’m  down here gnawing on a bone
Lamb chops bring the devil out in me
That’s why I  still eat them for my tea

He said he’d  had enough as he was old
He   felt angry ,all his friends were gone
He asked for  cigarettes and for champagne
I got it though it went against the grain

He even  ate a meal   before he died
Mashed  up fish with carrots on the side
They did not  bring  dessert which  angered me
I was going to have it for my tea

I do not  want to find another man
For gender fluid people I shall scan

 

Midsummer days

midsummer days evoke the trance-like past
where children played in joyous, daisied fields
with buttercups so bright the memory lasts
a freedom that our conscious growth will steal.

those stones and leaves and many coloured flowers
were gathered into images that glow
yet later we forget those treasured hours
when for a while we lived in life’s deep flow

we did not look and see,but felt at one
we lived as did the birds high in the trees
now we see and write yet experiencing has gone
we no longer live like flowers filled with bees

to lose ourselves in nature is a joy
which to our adult selves we must restore