Another painting I really like.
Month: January 2016
Painting with a Master
Really love this painting from mikzdeclaro
coral reefer madness
This is so cool.
When I look at this I see this (now bear with me here haha) bits of the world being upturned, theres a big 18 wheeler truck, petrol stations, seaside resorts, trees, airports, planes like some kind of huge natural disaster all mashed together and then theres two prominent eyes in the centre looking down upon it all yet their position still indicates they’re a part of this manifestation of what humanity has become.
Thats what i see anyway 🙂 Really great.
mixed media on wood 2016 Absent
There are many days when I wake up
Mourning passes through til noon
Stare absent out the window
And sometimes hear your name
Landscape never lies
No more I say
Stop, begone
Shadows
Sleep
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(9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1)
Abstract Flowers 1 and 2
Really love this painting, so lively yet still kinda peaceful and summer like
January thaw
Really enjoyed this haiku today.
Sodden ground swampy
a mash of leaves, plants, flowers
once distinct, now soup.
Tangled up in hope
And walking down these steps
My first few steps alone
A boy, a man then what?
Wandering what’s next
How can I have grown?
The answer is i’ve not
Like a toy that’s broke
I’m tangled up in hope
Rhyme scheme – (abcabcdd)
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©gretlfeesonpoetry
END OF SUMMER AT CLIEVES’ HILLS – WATERCOLOUR PAINTING
Really love this painting, I find it quite peaceful
I’ve had photos of this around for months. It is the nearest hill for miles and I’ve done many paintings around the area. I do a lot of painting outdoors in the vicinity and I took some photos in early summer when the view caught my eye as I cycled past and then later I took some more as I was passing when the gate post on the left was covered in brambles so this is an amalgam of early and late summer. More emphasis on the end of the summer hence the title. It certainly was the end of his gate.
More paintings of Clieves’ Hills are on my website: grahammcquadefineart.com
Ghosts Of Your War
Reallly enjoyed reading this one, excellent.
What do you write when all that your heart can offer is radio silence.
In between the frequencies, listen and search
for the lost words that were swallowed up by oceans.
Don’t look for them on the surface.
I never trusted the wind.
I was far too much in love with it, you see.
Verses got off the train home and dug themselves a shallow grave.
Sometimes, usually after midnight,
they scratch the headstones of the past when they call me up
and tell me they miss me.
Wars make soldiers out of poets.
I’ve found a gun in an empty diary in the drawer.
Maybe we’ll need it when ghosts crawl inside our chests and call it home.
Close your eyes and pretend
that it’s ten years ago from now.
Go back to the time when you didn’t believe in ghosts.
Go back to the time when you didn’t…
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Watercolours
Really cool watercolour from Nanyo Nanev
