Dwarfed

Abstract mixed media

Dwarfed

Meditating, bunnies cerebrally
Trace the tallest peaks, lowest vales
In its gnarled sinuous fissured surface.

An ancient petrified monolith
Hosting microcosms of benign
Coexistence within a mostly
Silent ancient sentinel.

Eons spent photosynthesising poisoned airs
Into breath; croaking, creaking, groaning-
Burdened by arterial routes connecting.

Plagues of embattled humans procreate,
Nesting lengths of engorged dwarfed limbs.

Bunnies ponder, what will happen next?

The journey of the picture began with random blobs of water. The tree evolved from teal watercolour and salt. My husband turned two wooden Easter bunny gifts into stamps.

The picture inspired the poem.

Transmutation

In the face of grim graveness
Babbling buddha Airhead fawns
Transmuting into
La la la happy fairy witch
A golden creature bathed in blinding light
Aside a
Fuzzy bunny familiar
Invokes a voile veil
Gossamer gauze of firmament
Strewn with
Flimsy fragrant garlands

Withering Heights

Imagined bird head doodle

After a couple of appointments we sat sipping Hamiltinis on the balcony. I said, “by the way, I’ve started reading Wuthering Heights by one of the Bronte sisters. It’s on Amazon Prime books, free stuff, classics. I saw the movie decades ago, I love Kate Bush singing, ‘Heathcliff, it’s me a Kathy, come home now, oh oh oh oh ah oh a’”.

I vaguely knew the story as being written in the eighteenth century, people running around on t’ Yorkshire moors.

My husband enquired, “how did she know about the deep south, back then?”

My mind jumped to, being asked a question, need to please; I answered, “astonishing how at a young age, in a remote location, a knowledge of depths of human relationship.”

He persisted, “You know, French and Saunders did a sketch.”

“Ah, you’re thinking about, fiddly de mamie, Gone With the Wind“, I replied.

Much belly laughing followed.

“Well, they were well read”, he responded. “Hm, I agreed”.

Lost in ……

Our dog, Stan appears to become obsessed with licking the same spot on his leg, paw, side, unmentionables.

Telling myself I’m relaxing after a workday, I find myself mindlessly scrolling downwards on Insta and FB. At a breakneck velocity.

When I stop myself to doodle instead, creations appear. Some or parts of them may serve as inspiration for future paintings.

Previously, in an attempt to get things right, I sketched and refined in pencil then inked in. This is a valid approach when drawing something specific.

Most of the time I have no idea what to produce. Sketching with ink and trying not to judge the process or outcome frees my mind to wander. It has built my self confidence in using ink.

Seed pod

I am always amazed by surprises from the universe. Our focus over Yule was our fifteen year old fur child, Stan. He had surgery on 29 December to remove a kidney, spleen, and two benign tumours.

The other day returning after a gentle walk, we slowly climbed the two steps into the side entrance to the building. There amongst the tree and vegetation detritus lay a seed pod. Its markings reminded me of a street map layout.

The inspiration for this mixed media watercolour.

Beware the Bungles

Beware, this
Be where the
Bungles goes.
Can’t tell ears from eyes from nose.
Tales of able sable sailors,
Falling fallow in the shallows.
Fables of tallow tufts, midnight gusts,
And Bungles’ gallows.
So hunker in your bunkers b’low,
Beware, this
Be where the
Bungles goes.

Farewell first quarter century

Final mixed media picture

What a roller coaster ride,
That was twenty twenty-five!
Recently read my water snake
Was stretching, expanding from within.
Facing unknown, challenges, changes.
Inner growth facilitating shedding skin.
Ah-ha!
Building up, rather than breaking down
Preparing to jump aboard,
The galloping fire horse of twenty-six.

Abstract Pacific sand banks

Flying between Brisbane and Cairns, in October 2024, I glimpsed sand surrounded by turquoise tropical waters, dropping away to deeper blue depths through small starboard panes.

Hastily taken snaps on my phone helped me to remember the moment. During the next twelve months, I tried out some of the colours in water element paintings.

Retracing the route, a year later, proved to be the catalyst for developing imagined sand bar shapes and layouts.

This A6 sized organic sketch was to be the design, on four times larger, A3 paper. At the last moment, I decided not to pencil an outline. I drew three shapes using the edge of a candle, saved from my niece’s birthday in September this year.

Relying on the light catching the wax on paper, viewed across the surface was hit and miss. I accepted whatever happened would what I would work with.

Beginning with thin turquoise washes, the white outlines emerged, revealing the paper beneath. The white reminded me of the waves gently breaking on unseen barriers.

When satisfied with the colour, I added recycled salt crystals to add texture. Next the inky depths began to form.

Again using wax resist, the exposed sand outlines were added along with light yellow ochre glazes. Adding wax to the sand and glazing with burnt umber provided streaks of matter caught in rivulets.

I usually start and finish a painting in a few hours. On this occasion, the creation process stretched over two delicious days.

The Hades’ halls poem

Created by ChatGPT

Inside a ninth-floor suite of natural neutrals accented by tropical hues –
a light, lofty stateroom habitat of linen-clad lovelies.
Warm, breezy beach vibes frame a palm-frond northern view –
a timely bijoux retreat for two naive, nomadic flamingo sages
to cook, entertain, chill, and enjoy their twilight decades.

Beyond, flopsy-hatted humans advance along the Hades’ halls –
kaleidoscopic thongs flip-flopping euphonically,
poolside accessory-laden carts jostling elevator-bound,
transferring the host to resort-style amenities.
Dotty, striped, and floral-flavoured swim-wearers
recline, relax, relinquish their stressors –
smiling, sunny-clad, solar seekers sailing by.

Pandora’s perspective:

Haunted, harrow-hued, scantly clad humans,
paternoster-bound – cacophonous utility trollies jamming –
hastening down the halls of Hades to access
bought-and-paid for resort type amenities:
A ghoulish, leathery-skinned haven or – hell?