There’s a sad story behind this painting, but I still enjoyed painting it. It’s a digital watercolour. I’m turning this motif into a painting series. I’m going to use it to explore the different colours and emotions of loss.
I think I’m getting better at ICM (intentional camera movement) photography. Not good, mind you…but better.
When I first started tinkering with it, I resigned myself to never being any good at it. With the weather being capricious as usual, I’ve ended up tinkering with it more lately. (I find that shooting indoors is easier for ICM, because of the lower light. Icm photography requires you to keep the camera shutter open for longer, which often results in my photos looking too bright).
These days I find I’m producing more and more images that I like. The above is a picture of dozens of stickers on a sticker sheet.
the darkness that stirs inside,
keep it safe and sound
keep it motherbound
ignore its righteous roar
Ignore
Ignore
Ignore
for if the demon walks
its footsteps turn to flame
and when the jury sits
they shall cast their blame
This is a photograph of a faux daffodil taken with ICM (intentional camera movement). I also took the opportunity to test my new soft focus filter. It smoothed out hard flares of light in my ICM images and gave them a softer, misty look.
This piece reminds me of one of my favourite quotes:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all -“
~ Emily Dickinson
It isn’t all bad, having a demon for a spirit guide. He knows his way around (he was first summoned during the reign of King Tut), and he never judges. Except for that time I forgot his summoning day. I had to use Christmas wrap. His rage was nothing short of apocalyptic.
I took this photograph with a macro lens, soft focus filter and intentional camera movement. The background is black muslin cloth. ICM created the pink light that spills down the side of the bottle (aka the magic), and the soft focus filter gave it a misty look.
Time is outside my window
in watercolour sunrises
leaves that orange away
moon music
lifting notes from blinking minds
Outside my window
it goes on
solar lunacy
lunar apologies
a glaze of humanity
outside a pyramid of bones
It was prompt. She uttered the curse, and the meadow yawned into oblivion. Plants shriveled. Petals cracked. Sunlight browned. She drank it all, ecstatic. The violence of nothing.
This is another intuitive painting. My mind takes me to unexpected places when I let it.
It was a rain-soaked epiphany. An eternity of understanding, boxed into one glinting moment. Still, she thought. If she hadn’t been looking for glints. Or hadn’t wanted to see them. How long could a thing like that sleep in the rain?
