The newest addition to my Garden Art series: I know, I know… It doesn’t look like it came from the garden. Believe it or not, this image was created with cherry tomatoes. Although they’re quite tasty, the photograph was a big bore. After getting a little crazy… our ripe tomatoes on the vine have been transformed… into a brightly colored dress, flowing and spinning as the salsa dancers shake and move across the floor. Can you see it? Now I just wish I had added some jalapenos.
—Feathers of Hope Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul— and sings the tune without the words— and never stops— at all. Emily Dickinson This image is something I’ve been itching to do for days now. Every bird photograph I’ve taken has some sort of detail in it that I love. Eyes, beaks, legs, wings… even some claws. I see so many different angles to approach. So… tonight I worked on feathers. It’s an extreme zoom, so I hope it doesn’t get stretched and pixelated, but—other than that—it’s exactly what I was hoping for; lots and lots of feathers. Maybe this is a test. I’m trying to decide if this is something I want to perfect; to make a print. Would love to hear your feedback, as always. That is all for now. Goodnight! I’ve had some issues with images shrinking down to nothing in the mobile reader. I don’t know if anyone else has experienced this, but if it ends up being a microscopic thumbnail… HERE is a link to …
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven. —Thomas Love Peacock—
Petals of white satin guard the stairway. As I make my way up, their feathery ends sway in the wind, draping the earth like a wedding gown train. Pillars of amber rise above the entrance to touch the sky. As I enter and take a seat, I see soft silk brushes, painting the clouds with gold. I am in awe, and then suddenly I realize… I am home.
Cowabunga… I’m out of my comfort zone! I’ve been wanting to do an abstract wave for some time now. I kept putting it off because ‘me and Illustrator’ aren’t the best of friends. Those pen tools are obnoxious!
It’s been REALLY hot this week. I’ve been spending my time inside, trying to stay cool—and thinking of ways to be creative. I went through my archives, looking for ways to use old images in new ways. I stumbled on an old family photograph, and I couldn’t help but notice that the whole clan was wearing sneakers.
An Ode to Introverts Solitude, You are so dear to me. Sometimes I wonder, Do I love you more than I should? My friends are all out gallivanting, And here I am, Alone with you. You give me comfort, Help me gather my thoughts, Like a breath of fresh air, You are my best friend. I curse at times, Stare at the mirror and shout, You are a hermit! The Judge strikes the gavel, And the verdict is in, Guilty as charged! But I stay anyway. You have incredible power. I can’t help but love you. Signed, The Wallflower Weekend Writing Prompt #115: Write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 95 words using the word “Judge”
Another personalized (and slightly bizarre) portrait that I’ve been tinkering with.
Some days I end up with the most random things! I’m still experimenting with strange effects and textures. I’ve been thinking about doing personalized portraits in the future, like the one featured here. It’s kind of abstract I guess… incorporating the subject’s interests or hobbies. In this case the subject is one of my sons, and he reads a lot. I don’t know. I think it’s a pretty cool idea—need to ponder it more. Anyway, I hope that everyone who celebrates the 4th had a fabulous time. Enjoy the weekend ahead!! —Janet
Fortress of false pride Crumbles like sand in the fight Humility reigns Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: Pride & Fight