Friday, May 23, 2008

Strawberry Float

Its beginning to feel a lot like summer. There's sunshine everywhere! I created a new summer drink, to celebrate the weather change. It is similar to a root beer float, except with strawberry soda instead of root beer, and rainbow sherbet instead of vanilla ice cream. It is delicious!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Lego Time!

David and I both thoroughly enjoyed constructing Lego creations as children. Once in a while, the urge to play with Legos overtakes us. Lucky for us, David still has all his legos!

Here is Davids Creation:

Here is my creations:

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Protection from a Watery Situation

Here is a new painting from my "Bizarre Maritime" themed paintings.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

The Magical Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich

I was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when I noticed something amazing. On the corner of my sandwich, there was a clump of peanut butter that looked remarkably like a brontosaurus. I had to take a picture!

A few bites later, a splatter of jelly fell on my plate. It too had a remarkable resemblence to something other than jelly. It looked like a goldfish!

If only all lunches produced an array of animal images. Indeed, it was a magical sandwich.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Sunday, May 4, 2008

The Trapeze Artist....

Here's a poem I wrote recently...

The Trapeze Artist

Part One

She had only fallen once-
The muggy air lingering at the top of the tent,
The over friendly grasp of June
had made her limbs moist,
slippery and sleek
like the shimmering bellies of seal pups.

Her partner was a novice,
a childhood of gymnastics on over-grown lawns
could never prepare him for the sensation of flight.

Her ankles slipped right through his hands

As she fell
she smiled
and flapped her arms
a featherless bird in a lonely plummet.
The sequins of her outfit,
her glossy hair and white teeth
glistened in the spotlight.

The only sound was
the collective murmur of beating hearts and
The crack of her tibia
echoing through the hollow tent.

For the three months it took her leg to heal
The trapeze artists dreamt of flight.

But her young partner never climbed the latter to the swings again
he woke up with sweat soaked sheets
clinging to trembling limbs

the image of her shimmering skin, her fluttering arms
that solid crack of bone
was all too much for him

He left the circus and joined the military
where he died watching explosions of fire
and he thought of the shimmer of sequins
he thought of the quickness it takes to descend to the ground.

Part Two

An Autumn night after her act
she drank tea behind the tent
listening to the muffled sounds of the rest of the show
the rumble of the lions
the audiences synchronized cringe at the sword swallowing man
the roar of the final applause.

as the audience flowed from the tent
her attention split between watching them
and watching the clouds move across the moon
thinking how they seemed to be moving together

an an old man broke away from the flow
and walked toward the trapeze artist
He stopped in front of her,
stooping on a wooden cane
his voice quivered in his throat
a gentle rasp, he said
"In your past life you were a bird,
I remember watching you long ago
flying with the clouds."

The trapeze artists smiled
imagining birds
swooping and soaring through open skies.
But she knew the old man was wrong
in her past life she was
no less than the wind itself.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Narwal Neighborhood

This is a new painting that goes along with my theme of 'bizarre maritime world'.