Something tells me that my path to proficiency with oil pastels will involve coloring-book-style exercises at first, so I’m unrustifying my pen and ink skills to prepare for making coloring book cards. This is the first such. Words just naturally snuck in and took over . . .
dredging desires daydreaming
irradiant impulses linger
sanctimonious desiderata
swap chanting for music
‘d seem slight’s sacrilege
“Now here’s my plan,” says one celestial object to another. The other’s response is “??”
And, Friends, your response to this card may well be “??” as well. Mine would be. This is what I can tell you: I was committed to using oil pastels today; thought a ballpoint pen would help; began with the notion that “cosmic scheme” might mean not only The Way Things Play Out, but also The Insidious Plot of One Or More Celestial Objects; suddenly realized it was Sunday, and I had fifteen fewer minutes to play than I thought; got it done at breakneck speed, though badly, and missed the bus anyway because I’d left my bus pass and the cardholder containing it at the apartment.
It may be rationalizing nonsense, but I will argue that all that happened enabled this creation of mine, horribly flawed as it is, reflect its subject matter to near-perfection. The creation of our local Universe was a messy and chaotic thing indeed.
The words:
Create your particle accelerators
Out of nothing geodesic
Singularity splits-CRASH
Making TIME & SPACE a creche
In a place where orgasm
Consists of plasma and biome
Here concludes the mini-est of mini-series, a two-part on Paul Klee.
Kaiser’s soldier, bastard’s father–what a honeycomb
Lepidoptery in artwork gave his soul a home
Elegance on canvas–hey, let’s give the man his due
Eucharistic vision fair reveals his apercu
First, of all, for the benefit of English-speaking people like me, “Klee” is pronounced a lot like the English word “clay.” If you think it rhymes with Gee, as I did before I heard it pronounced correctly, you will miss yet another bad pun on this blog.
Klee looked at things differently, and, like me, struggled with color, almost resigning himself forever to being a draughtsman and not a painter. He persevered, though, and I intend to as well.
The skewy words from a feet-of-clay person:
Ferocious lions may be back/El
Nino might obstuct a jackal
Effulgent fountains mock a whale
Tsunmi Cliff Notes say No Sale.
Don’t worry if the words make little-to-no sense. The first time I looked at Klee’s stuff his approach made little-to-no sense to me.
Today I get to recycle a pun I made way back when, in a blog post far, far away, wherein I had Humphrey Bogart morphing into Mark Hamill and saying “Here’s Luke-ing at you, Kid.” Here’s why: my co-worker Veronica expressed her gratitude for my gift of her portrait by giving me an oil-pastel set she’d bought, intending to use, but not much came of it. My gratitude for the gift of the set, which is EXACTLY what I need at this stage of my transitioning-to-color career, was expressed by the offer to do in oil pastel either a landscape or a still life or a portrait of anyone on Earth. She chose the portrait, and she sent me a photo of Luke, her super-smart pooch. So this morning I warmed up for the pastel portrait by doing this card:
“back to square one,” I sighed.
“try square zero,” she replied. “float above the board, and beyond the game.”
MaryBell is quite petite for the Powerhouse she is. She can work a double-shift at the drop of a hat, and often does. Yet she is always cheerful, playful and lovable. I am proud to be her friend.
Today I had the marvelous good luck to meet a delightful dog. Some might think her homely, what with the underbite and the radiating hair, which makes her nose look like one of her chakras (and with dogs, who knows?), but I and my daughter, who is dogsitting as well as housesitting today, think her nothing less than Adorable.
And she is quite verbal (growl-al?). She and I had a conversation which lasted a good three minutes, the gist of which was I should open my box of Wheat Thins Tomato & Basil for her delectation, if I please. (I had to disappoint her.)
My drawing does not do her justice, but what would?
Words:
Unarguable CLASS
Lavishish muss-STASH
Introduce me to your SUSHI
Then I’ll have a BASH
Them what has it HAS it
Let my PIZZAZZ
Entertain YOU
Here are a couple of co-worker related cards. The one on the right fulfills a request made by the young lady.
One with Clay, Image and Text 