4 frogs leaping by evon ski

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Tim wrote a terrific poem to go with this drawing
check it out here

Here’s the story of the drawing.

In the midst of seeming chaos of cycling thru stages of healing-
I decided to try to weed my wild garden physically to mirror my internal weeding.
Autumn light was shifting and I was attempting to pick up speed to play beat the clock. As I looked down I saw this little smashed frog on the driveway.
Sorrow, empathy and identity mingled. He had tried to escape, but his toes were pinned and in a blink the tire flattened him from toe to head. Much like how I felt.
Such grace and beauty were captured in a moment as can be observed in the lyrical gesture of his little imprint. My mind was divided between finishing my task at hand and the voice that whispered
get your camera now. As I wiped my tears, I said “no- I want to finish cuz the light is leaving”.
Exactly. Get your camera now.
So I did and recorded my little friend’s last journey.

In the drawing, there are 4 frogs.
The biggest, longest black one is the past.
The top one is the almost completely present present.
The light upside down one is the future still coming into focus.
The fourth little one is leaving the picture into another unknown dimension.
The story is still forming and my faith is what it represents.

I am coming and going.
Tuning in and tuning out.
Owning my gypsy past and
my gyspy present. And sifting dirt. and sifting gold.
The leaves, branches and seed globes are from a old Sycamore tree from a healing retreat.
The seed balls are textured globes, fascinating in and of themselves. They contain another world surrounded by countless seeds.
Infinity ~
I drew the branch and twig as I found them.
I still don’t fully understand the the twisted K with the noose but I trust if and when I need to know –
I will.
thanks for listening. x.

Charcoal on Arches cover stock 22 × 30″.
The soft lightness of the strokes on the face are made with a tortillion.


frogs, seeds, gypsy, nature, healing, faith, journey

enjoy making direct work from natural materials in my prairie and wildlife sanctuary.
i am a very restless person and I work in many different ways with a variety of media.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
Anne Marrow Lindbergh

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  • annamora
    annamoraover 3 years ago

    I must say : I really love to watch your uploads as they come … it is as if you are taking us on a journey with you in some special privileged way ….. please keep them coming :)
    this one is beautiful ..again

  • Anna, your are such a treasure, my privilege to call you my friend. :))
    Thanks so much. x.
    oh- my shirt is on the way! :))

    – evon ski

  • eoconnor
    eoconnorover 3 years ago


  • Your comment made me smile. Thank you Liz!

    – evon ski

  • timbuckley
    timbuckleyover 3 years ago

    In the clearing and the weeding
    as my hands with thorn was bled
    I found a solace growing in my soul
    and in my head
    i tugged at roots a plenty
    the scutch grass by sycamore
    as down on my bended knees
    I sweated poisons on its floor
    i picked the seeds of futures forest
    the wild flowers that were in bloom
    and cleared the cobwebs of the past
    from my darkened troubled room.
    Four frogs they came to visit me
    one was past ,black full of slime
    he just stood and stared at me
    refusing to be guilty of any crime
    one was like a doctor that stayed
    with me all day, always present to me
    in a pleasant kind of way
    one with belly white and green
    showed me paths I’d never seen
    the paths i walked on futures road
    as I carried worries lighter load
    The forth he began to whisper
    something like a prayer
    that resonated calm within me
    as if God himself was there.
    Then I found a twig, strange shaped
    it seemed at first
    but as i caught it at it’s end
    It shook its self with thirst
    and pointed at well
    deep beneath my ground
    then i knew it was
    a divining rod I found
    that would find me inspiration
    when my creative well was dry
    I thanked the lord for blessing sent
    and with gratitude began to cry

  • . . . oh MAN- so much here. “sweated poisons on its floor?” Gad that’s brilliant. You are incredible and I LOVE this one.

    – evon ski

  • Betty Smith_Voce
    Betty Smith_Voceover 3 years ago

    A beautiful artwork!

  • Hi Betty- thank you so much!!

    – evon ski

  • Jennifer Rhoades
    Jennifer Rhoadesabout 3 years ago

    I love your heart, Yvonca. And your work…which your heart clearly is expressed.

  • oh . . what an incredibly lovely comment- thank you!!

    – evon ski

  • W. H. Dietrich
    W. H. Dietrichover 2 years ago


  • :)) heyya thanks so much 4 taking time to comment.

    – evon ski

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