More Columbine - now available on Red Bubble

Red Columbine in Progress

Trying the new paint

I took a break from watercolor land to try out some water soluble oils, not many colors, but no smell.
The photo is a bit tilted, but you get the idea, the composition came from a French "Magic Lantern" collection of tinted images.

Someday

Birds of the Wave and Woodland

http://www.archive.org/stream/birdsofwavewoodl00robi

I've had this fascination with birds lately. I love this book because not only are the illustrations great, but it also mentions bird descriptions, etc from various poems. Enjoy!

Peony painted by me from Jill's Garden - Now available on RedBubble

Thanks Jill!

Photo of Peony by Jill Moore Caldwell

The start of some beautiful paintings...

Peonie One

I am working on these without gauche or acrylic so that they have a lighter, freer look.

Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday

So let me have the rouge again,

And comb my hair the curly way.

The poor young men, the dear young men

They'll all be here by noon today.

And I shall wear the blue, I think-

They beg to touch its rippled lace;

Or do they love me best in pink,

So sweetly flattering the face?

And are you sure my eyes are bright,

And is it true my cheek is clear?

Young what's-his-name stayed half the night;

He vows to cut his throat, poor dear!

So bring my scarlet slippers, then,

And fetch the powder-puff to me.

The dear young men, the poor young men-

They think I'm only seventy! 


By Dorothy Parker

First Columbine

Painting of columbine from George's garden

Photo of columbine from George's garden

From a book of Old French Fairy Tales illustrated by Virginia Frances Sterrette

from The Princess Rosette

Reposting the Aphrodisiac Telephone by Dali

Consistancy

My family is from East Texas
I've been to Canada, never to Mexico
I learned to line dance in a Boston gay bar

After the space flights we moved
Small and different, large learning
The seasons were constant, a delight

I ran away to a mountainous rainforest at 25
The rain was soft and constant running to the ocean
The birds were quiet
we never felt wet

Now I live in a humid desert
The rain is loud and dramatic
The birdsong is loud and constant
We only get wet from sweat running through the neighborhood

I wait to start an adventure
To see the middle, the part I missed
Travel anywhere and everywhere
Constantly falling in love with whatever is new

Travel Book for my New Job

This giddy globe (1919) by Herford, Oliver, 1863-1935

Sea Shell and Snow Pea Line Art

Sea Shell

Snow Pea

Manifestation Mojo

Making it Happen!

Lilies

Roses

These have not been posted for sale as line art because they are small, maybe when I color them.

I did make them into groovy T-shirts here.

Emblemata Wishes - Magic for a Beautiful Life

You can order it here

Researching the Green Man and love this link -

The Green Man

Oldies but Goodies from Widdershins and Other Pagan Sources

Pan, Aphrodite, Baubo

Samhain Night

A Maenad Remembers

Ray Raven

Pagan Eve

Tatooed Sista

Green Man

Amazing Amazon

Finding my Way

I hear that the world may be ending next week.
A week from Friday, seems like forever.

The path seems less than clear
The tools and mediums are eluding my grasp

I would be the first to say, "I don't know what I am doing"
The you would say that means I am on the right track

What is it to know what is true and real?
To know where you are going or what you should do next

All I have I gave to you
For a glimpse of the long road ahead

Out on a Lark

Over a month ago we met
In the hipster pastry electronic scone morning
The only birds present were you and me

You had a big cup of distraction with your responsible dessert
I had already had enough caffine and obligation.

You said you lived on a boat
I found that strange, no water

We were not able to give each other the gift of relating
The gift you gave me was better than that
Appreciation for being alone

What have I done?

Heirloom Roses

Heirloom Roses Detail

Rose Falling

Today I can fall into the inner folds of a rose.
Gently coaxing and caressing them to emerge from the surface of the paper.

I fall in to a rose
Maybe never again to fall into your arms.
Caressing is uncertain

So far away
falling into a rose
Will you hear my tears?

2 More just completed this weekend

Knockout Roses

Laurel Hedge

I will get scans and post for sale on RedBubble next week.