Thursday, February 21, 2013

Susan Does Not Need Wool to Knit a Scarf Because She Is Happy To Use The Clouds As Her Yarn

 Here is my illustration for this weeks Illustration Friday challenge. The theme is 'Wool.' I'm a little late this week since in a couple of hours there will be a new theme, but sometimes it is satisfying to finish something in the nick of time!

  Susan loves to knit. She gives a hand knitted scarf to everyone she meets. Sometimes casual acquaintance are taken a back to receive such a beautiful handmade gift from Susan. But a scarf knitted by Susan inevitably becomes the new owners favorite. Her little dog Pip has a different colored scarf for everyday of the week. Susan's own wardrobe consists mainly of hand knitted sweaters and also one pair of hand knitted pants. Usually Susan uses the finest wool yarn to knit her creations. But she sometimes gets tired of yarn provided at the local yarn shop. One day while visiting the park with her sister Sharon, she discovered she didn't need to use yarn. She could instead use the clouds in the sky for her knitting projects. Cloud yarn is like no other. It is soft and ethereal and it always smells like mountain tops. Sharon has always been proud of her sisters talent with knitting. Once Sharon tried to knit a scarf herself but ended up with a lumpy, tangled mess. But now Sharon is the proud wearer of the first ever cloud scarf.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

So Many Books, So Little Time

(Fake owl with and intense and disarming stare, the old gas refinery on a blisteringly blue day, aquatic plants in the open air  pretend squirrel forever frozen in the act of climbing up the side of the house.)

   The other day when I walked out of the grocery store, I saw an old man with a bent back shuffling toward me. His face was speckled with age spots and his pale white hair gleamed in the morning sun. He was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt that said 'So Many Books, So Little Time.' I can definitely relate. It is sad to think of all the books we won't have time to read. I imagine this book-loving old man goes home after the grocery store, makes himself a cup of tea, opens all his curtains so he has plenty of light and delves into whatever book he is reading. He probably has shelves and shelves of books. When he finishes a book, he sighs with relief and thinks 'at least I had time to get to that one!'

( Foam heads in a bin, crab scuttling in an underwater world,  a beautifully drab street corner full of weeds and bleached sunlight, my cute cat Mue Mue looking a bit creepy as he yawns in a sunbeam.)

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Furry, Fuzzy, Feathered and Leafy Animals.

For Christmas, I painted my parents these pictures. They are acrylic, mod podge and autumn leaves on thin boards.

   The leaf squirrel scampers and leaps from tree limb to tree limb, like the smallest of trapeze artists in the biggest of circuses. The squirrel knows that if she had been born in a different body, she would have found her way back to the forest. She would have built a fort out of fallen tree limbs. On sunny afternoons she would have clumsily climbed the trees, higher and higher toward the sun. The leaf squirrel is grateful to have been born in her own squirrel body. She can leap so far she can practically fly. She can climb so high that she can practically bite the tips of stars.

  Owls are often associated with great wisdom, but the leaf owl is an especially wise owl. The leaf owl has been alive as long as most trees. He has seen thousands of seasons change into the next. During his flights to towns and cities, he has watched the rapid change in the world. During his time in the forest, he has seen the trees slowly grow.

 When the leaf bunny hops, autumn leaves fall off his back and flutter around him. The leaf bunny hops through forests and over the meadows. He is easy to track, not because of his paw prints but because the trail of little leaves he leaves behind.

   The bleary-eyed robin has seen the whole world from a top a cloud. He has seen the trees grow tall and the trees decay and fall. He's watched the arch of the moon as it slowly circles the sun. He has closed his eyes and seen the future imprinted on the back of his eyelids.

    Here is my work space. It's a big table in my living room.

  This is my arm after painting these animals. It is hard to stay neat while painting. But one of the things I like about painting, especially with acrylics, is the freedom to be messy.