Category Archive: DRAWING

RELAXING IS RELATIVE TAUTOLOGIZED…

It happened today, this semi-dark soon to be rainy afternoon, after the dog walk but before lunch. The local newspaper provided the perfect, actually more than perfect reason for the needless revisit to… Continue reading

RELAXING IS RELATIVE…

Not a joiner. Never liked to stand out. Always stood at the rear of the crowd. Invites to parties, celebratory showers…even my own bridal shower…were angst ridden. The Mother said, “You have to… Continue reading

MOWING DOWN THE TALL GRASS…

  He salutes me every morning. Him…that old guy…the early morning walker. Like me. Although, I know that I’m not the only one. I imagine he salutes every one he passes whether on… Continue reading

FUNNY HOW THAT HAPPENS…

An idea within an idea within an idea. It never seems to stop until…someone else is doing something else that someone else is doing and the fire is lit..and it begins again. In… Continue reading

NO EXPLANATION NECESSARY…

Jasper Johns burgled my mind. He took all the thoughts I’ve had about my ART that tumble around in my head, and said them aloud to important curators of important museums and important… Continue reading

FALLING INTO BED…

FALLING INTO BED “And some artists try to make something out of nothing, order out of chaos, demanding of themselves that they ably communicate structure and composition, colour and balance, and that each… Continue reading

SHOW ME THE…

BRAE TOFTS One dollar. Every three years. For the past 25 years. I’ve been paid one dollar, every three years for the past 25 years to move house. I’ve packed my pets and… Continue reading

Dear Mr President (POEM)

Originally posted on Ellie Haretuku:
It’s not real, it’s a conspiracy, it just doesn’t exist. A concept created by China to destroy the US. It’s a complete delusion and irresponsible too, To spread…

JUST KEEP GOING…

PEGGED It wasn’t what they said. Actually it was exactly that. It was not only what they said but the how of it. It was neither smart nor kind. The stolid and impassive… Continue reading

CHER…YOU THERE?

IRISH FARM HOUSE Did you get my message? The Reader said it was about time we had a sit-down, and The Reader is right. It really is time. There isn’t much that comes… Continue reading

FISHING FOR WORDS…

PESCE The Reader looks more than dubious that somehow I can connect fishing for words to the watercoloured fish on a platter surrounded with leafy, green things, yellow-ish squiggles and red rounds that… Continue reading

PASS THE PEAS…

PASS THE PEAS Obtuse comment from My Reader: “It is about time…!”  Personally, I had hoped that 2016 was going to be a banner year for the whole lot of us. However, it… Continue reading

NOT COMPLICATED…

SIMPLY ORANGES THREE Caps with flaps or Santa hats Presented here for thee and thee, A modest image as sure as you please Of simply orange oranges three.

POINTS TAKEN…and BEYOND

NUMBER FORTY-SEVEN  “All his own geese are swans, as the swans of others are geese.” Horace Walpole (1717-97) British writer Referring to Sir Joshua Reynolds. Wait! Wait! shouts My Reader. Geese? What geese?… Continue reading

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC…

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC She wasn’t an easy person…understand not in the infamous being easy sense, she just wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Safely said, her glass was always less than half-empty. Who is kidding… Continue reading

TWICE AS GOOD…

Curious still about the etymological origin of twice…as defined in Origins A Short Etymological Dictionary of Modern English, authored by Eric Partridge is this: “2. In double degree or quantity (twice as good).”… Continue reading

GUEST SPEAKER…

My Reader says I’ve really truly stepped out of my comfort zone of darkened-corner-wall-flower-status by signing up to be a guest speaker on DOODLEWASH. Charlie O’Shields, an artist himself and a WordPress Freshly… Continue reading

A DOG STORY ABOUT A BOOK OR A BOOK STORY ABOUT A BOOK…

                                     A WORK IN PROGRESS… Note:  My grand-daughter just celebrated her 13th birthday. I know, I know. I didn’t think I was old enough to have a thirteen year old grand child…and I’m… Continue reading

COMMON GROUND…

SEASON OF REMEMBRANCE

WHETHER REPORT…

                                                                        BIRD IN A BOWL Funny thing about that weather. Yesterday on the half-past five morning first dog walk… Continue reading

WE RODE HORSES…

                                                 SHACK and PUMP HOUSE The telephone would have exploded had he not answered it. The Stepfather knew who it was. His mother. She never minced words. She demanded and commanded. The Old… Continue reading

BURLESQUE…

No, she never wanted to be a burlesque dancer. What she wanted and only because he asked was a china teacup and saucer preferably English and old, blue or orange or both. Her… Continue reading

MAKING SOMETHING OF IT…

Grandmother’s house was always dark. That’s what I recall anyway. The heavy drapes were always pulled shut which swathed the living room in darkness. The living room became an unmistakable cave  when you… Continue reading

MINDING MY Zs and Qs…

“…The sound of silence. Background noises no longer there… painful spaces of time… Other sounds eventually fill the empty space…” __ Other sounds do eventually fill the empty spaces that once filled a… Continue reading

WHERE THE ROAD GOES…

Normally, I’ve been reluctant to besiege My Reader with facts, that particular part of my art researching profession that requires accuracy closely bordering the edge of boredom. However, just this once and feeling… Continue reading