“Dirt Painting Haiku”
Dry Dust, Red Mud and Old Bones
Home of Tiny Things.
The Compliment ….
She came up to me and she said –
“I’m not saying that you are completely insane, but you are more insane than anyone else I know”!
Thank you … I am reaching my goal!
It was high noon.
He turned to face me and snarled,
… So I did!
I’m taking a brief holiday from oils, canvas, turpentine, wax and all that jazz. I’m thinking back through the years, through the decades, to the time when I first started the art thing as a pleasant diversion. Back then, I had a short love affair with watercolours. So, I have started a little series of ink, watercolour, and acrylic (with water) – “quickies” … these aren’t destined to be masterpieces.
I have decided to use ink with the watercolour because I want the higher contrast and definition that the drawn line gives, rather than the subtlety of traditional wash work.
I coloured the farmscape I’d drawn earlier today. This is a style that many people probably don’t like, and some might say it spoils the drawing … never mind, for what it’s worth here is the finished painting ……
It’s a sibling of the forest doodle I posted the other day. They might not be great, but they keep me happy. I’ll see how many I can do before the month ends.
This photo of me holding a portrait of me by Australian artist Peter Patterson, is accompanied by a pretty poor poem in 220.127.116.11 by me (sorry 😁)
Went to the post office
What did I see?
A tube in my post box
Waiting for me.
So I carried it home
Unwrapped it quick
What did I find in there?
A painted page
My portrait by Patto
What a surprise!
Peter Patterson thanks
From old Ant Fox
I’ll frame it for my wall
So it is seen
And admired by all.
Idling away my time rather than cleaning up my workspace in my wee studio.