Not another bloody sunset ;-)
I took this image on one of the vary rare days when everything was ice in Southern Illinois.
ink drawing digitally colored in photoshop 7
Love this lone little tree. Trying to capture every season… have winter and fall so far. Somehow I missed spring and summer… next year maybe. This image has been placed here for calendar sales.
Early morning frost on my windshield.
Frost scattered on my windshield. The second of three shots.
when you look into a person’s eyes you see into there soul
LEADER OF THE PACK
Acrylic paint dropped onto paper and a piece of unprimed canvas. Working with the idea of painting as a process of transfering paint from tube to surface, this is the first of a series of studies that I am working on.
Acrylic on two sheets of A1 paper. The marks were made by loading paint rollers with paint and then dropping them onto the surface, allowing for the marks to made without my direct contact. A piece in a series of work exploring painting as being the process of appling paint to a surface and how much control I can have over the processes used.
Nova Scotia shore in March. Taken at Ballantynes Cove.
Nova Scotia shore in March. Taken at Ballantynes Cove.
Nova Scotia shore in March. Taken at Cribbon’s Point.
Collage and mixed water media
a digital mixed media artwork
Nova Scotia Wharf in March. Taken at Cribbon’s Point.
This is acrylic on stretched canvas , the painting goes over staple free sides. This painting came from WITHIN. I was free and tried not to think just let the brush paint on it’s own. The colored blue red yellow green purple and white are my staple for there is a magic in them.I believe each painting I do has a person out there that is was specially done for. 24”—30” 575.00
Salford Quays on a winter morning. Acrylic on canvas board.
Girl feeding wild blue tits on a cold winters day in a Park in Warsaw, Poland. The Bule tit’s colourful mix of blue, yellow, white and green make it one of the most attractive resident garden birds. Almost any garden with a peanut feeder will attract them and they readily breed in nestboxes. In winter they form flocks with other tit species and a garden with four or five at a bird table at any one time, may be feeding 20 or more.
I have a rendezvous with Death / At some disputed barricade, / When Spring comes back with rustling shade / And apple-blossoms fill the air- / I have a rendezvous with Death / When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand / And lead me into his dark land / And close my eyes and quench my breath- / It may be I shall pass him still / I have a rendezvous with Death / On some scarred slope of battered hill, / When Spring comes round again this year / And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows ‘twere better to be deep / Pillowed in silk and scented down, / Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, / Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, / Where hushed awakenings are dear….. / But I’ve a rendezvous with Death / At midnight in some flaming town, / When Spring trips north again this year, / And I to my pledged word am true, / I shall not fail that rendezvous. by Alan Seeger from “I have a Rendezvous with Death”
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