Tag: Imagination

Celestial Dreams

She bathed in the light of a thousand stars
Each holding a secret from afar
A dream
A lie
A feeling or two
She just lay
Observing a twinkle or two

Hopes and dreams scattered far and wide
She looked
And she dreamt
And she prayed
And she sighed

Starlight cast out its celestial glory
Silently holding on to each simple story
Keeping hidden long forgotten dreams
Yet opening up thousands of other themes
For starlight pure from years ago
From the dawn of time
Perhaps longer so
Sends back messages, to create new ideas
That fire the imagination
Perhaps remove fears
Silently helping through the darkness of night
Each single pinprick of glorious light
An opening to something good, something new
Something only dreamt of by an observant few
Open, receptive, and ready to act
Who can turn the dream into hard solid fact
She lay in the light from a thousand stars
And felt their glory with all of her heart

Words and picture pulled, created and manipulated from the Universe by me, Tom, just for this blog! I will get back to blogging somehow!

Fakebeard: The Elf that didn’t Fit

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Yes, I know it’s July, and we’re just on the other side of quite possibly the hottest heatwave since the dawn of time. And YES, I’m aware that we are entering into a hosepipe ban here in the North West of England even though we’ve had bucket loads of rain over the last couple of days. And YES, I’m aware that paintings of elves don’t normally appear around this time of the year, well, not Christmas elves anyhow… but, I refer you to the title of today’s post.

The portrait is of Fakebeard the elf.

He isn’t a normal elf.

He’s moody. Grumpy. He doesn’t like bold colours. Or smiling. He has three eyebrows rolled into one. And he lives up to his name – he wears a fake beard.

He lives in a pine forest, somewhere very cold and very snowy, in a toadstool covered cottage with black curtains up at the window. He doesn’t like the snow.

He dreams of bathing on the golden sands of a tropical beach, wearing nothing but black and white bermuda shorts and carrying his favourite fishing rod.

He wishes he was a gnome.

In reality, he dances beneath the Northern Lights with the elf-folk who encourage him to join in, but in his mind he’s working in the mines with his gnome colleagues… underground… in the dark… working hard to earn enough money to get to his beach resort.

The thought makes him smile.

The snowball brings him back to his senses.

He hates the snow.

He isn’t a normal elf.

And his beard keeps falling off.

See that last line up there? And this one, for that matter! It’s Six Word Saturday once again.

These posts may not make any sense whatsoever, but they do have a way of fitting in where they should. Mostly.

And this rather random and very rough watercolour is number twenty-one of twenty-one for #WorldWatercolorMonth. Chaos is starting to draw in here at the Mansion, these posts may begin to dwindle out, but I shall persevere. Major changes are commencing in the Bathroom on Monday and already I’ve found a wig on the Landing. Don’t ask. It’s easier that way.

A wordy Six Word Saturday post

And another random watercolour painting for

Cantalina Whyte

“Paint me!”, she said.

“Paint ME!”, she demanded.

“PAINT ME NOW!!!”, I thought this chick’s intense. Actually, I didn’t, as I never use the word ‘chick’, but the meaning of my thoughts were the same.

“DO IT!” She wasn’t letting me off the hook. Who are you? I asked.

“Cantalina Whyte”, she said, as if I should have known.

Such was her fierce nature, I’ve completely lost track of how many watercolours I’ve done up until now for #WorldWatercolorMonth, I think this may be number 16. Over halfway through the month already. Time is certainly flying, isn’t it? Not like in Cantalina’s portrait, where it is always 4 o’clock.

The View

I’ve just done a pile of washing and mopped the Bathroom floor, and decided I wanted to rest a little by sploshing some watercolour around… handy, considering it’s #WorldWatercolorMonth!

For this painting, my eleventh of eleven, if memory serves me right, is of a simple view out to sea. I found a lighthouse on th’internet and painted it into a scene from my imagination. I quite like how it turned out.  Although I don’t like the wonky photo I’ve taken of it!

Somewhere between Make Believe and Heaven: The Rainbow Maker

Somewhere up above the clouds
Exists and old and crooked house
And within the house there lives a man
Who creates rainbows when he can

He sprinkles magic upon the clouds
From the window in his crooked house
And when the rain begins to fall
From the magic a rainbow forms

A bit of magic does wonders, don’t you think?

Another digital doodle of a magic nature this week!