The intellect wants us to see what we know and understand, but when viewed from the heart, sometimes something altogether happens. Both were of Snowdonia National Park, both pastel sketches and executed really quickly.
Views from Trigonos retreat, Nantlle
This year my new year’s resolution was to start a sketch diary. Sadly this never really materialised, better luck next year, that is all I can say !! Not long now!
Uart 500 sanded paper, with Unison and Terry Ludwig pastels.
Mixed media, sketch, watercolour, colour pencil
pebbles, stones, found glass
sketch book doodlings…………. and more creative stuff
Are they at peace? asleep, or blissfully unaware…………. I am exhausted, physically exhausted and drained of every ounce of my energy. Been packing and unpacking, putting together bookcases, tables, and trying to bring harmony to my new offices, its a slow process, but an enjoyable one.
I want to be asleep like these precious beings, they look so peaceful but my mind is working overtime, thinking, thinking and I actually want to be asleep, blissful, restful sleep so I can awake afresh and make the most of tomorrow.
Pencils, graphite and colour and a little imagination
FLESH AND BLOOD 1
I dont know what draws me towards red, its a huge pull and a colour that keeps me creating lately. Red, black and white and the human form these are the areas I draw inspiration from. This drawing I did originally as a sketch for a huge centrepiece, I imagined it made from porcelain and glazed in the whitest white.
I guess red for me is powerful, its exciting and passionate and courageous, it gives across a powerful message. Red symbolised desire, determination, domination, the thirst for action, danger, strength, power, its a very emotionally intense colour.
Persephone ate the seeds of the red pomegranate, a fruit thats very powerfully symbolic of life and death, she loved Adonis, and when he was killed in a hunting accident beautiful red roses sprung from his blood………. There are many stories told through generations that herald the colour, think of Little Red Riding Hood and The Red shoes.
Full and resplendent, rich and fertile, she is the mother beneath our feet…………..
Oh isnt she pretty, cute and sweet, pretty dress, like a dolly but her head is full, full of everthing but cute and pretty. A mask she had to wear………………..
This is a sketch I have done, it forms part of a larger sketch of a mass of entwined bodies. The idea came to me as I was doodling around on a piece of paper whilst chatting on the phone. I saw this mass as a kind of huge conical shape rising from a wide based pedestal, sculpted from fine porcelain and glazed white. Just like a huge cake !! I hope to get around to doing that one day…………………. I love to paper cut but not sure this would transfer to that medium, perhaps I should try.
My mind is ever thinking, searching in the labyrinth of intricate patterns, memories, dreams and nightmares
In the summer of 2008 I spent a magical weekend with friends at Glastonbury, Isle of Avalon.
During the weekend I was read this poem, it really touched me, at that time I had drawn a whole series of sketches, one seemed to illustrate these words perfectly…………. what do you think? The poem is by Dawna markova, a lady who has single handedly changed the live of so many. see her blog at http://dawnamarkova.blogspot.com/
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
by Dawna Markova