Monday, May 18, 2009

Art Immitating Life


I draw mermaids. It is what I do. I have drawn many, many, many differant versions and they all are unique. They all have their own personality. People have asked me where I get the ideas for all of them. Sometimes, they just come to me. Sometimes I see them in something else.
Yesterday we moved our boat down river to a new marina in Melbourne. En route I noticed thunder clouds building on the horizon. One the the cloud formations appeared to me to be a mermaid, laying in the sand on her side and resting her head on one hand. I filed that in my memory for future recreation. Sometimes when I look at photos of people, I imagine them as mermaids. The mermaid above is just such a recreation. The idea for her pose was courtesy of Jessica in the photo below. Jessica kind of looks like a mermaid anyway so that was not such a stretch of the mind to picture her with a tail.




Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Sugar Tongue


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TyVhPZefCI

I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin
Satisfy my sugar tongue again
Sing me lullabies, shoe-shine days
Gilded verses for your ethylene
And bring 'em to me free and clean
Drinking tea with milk and Ganjaweed
Pontificate on genocide or greed
With a spoonful of dissent
For the orchestra of need
Is just enough to please this colony
I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin
Satisfy my sugar tongue again
Bring me lullabies and morphine-dreams
Belladonna with her atropine
And bring 'em to me free and clean

Stay the Course



Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
Nelson Mandela
Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.


Ralph Waldo Emerson


Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall.


Confucius




Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.


Albert Einstein

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Beat of the Feet


Round and round she goes,
The music enters in through her ears and exits out her toes.

Flying hair obscuring her sight,
But there’s no need to see with feet that have taken flight

Two steps forward and twirl around,
Then back one step, while her feet scarcely touch the ground

Round and round she goes,
Only when the music stops, so then shall her toes.