Almost impossible to see through the darkness of night
The Star Shadows edge where there’s no defined light
They dissolve the shade so it blends away fine
And mix in starlight so there’s no solid line
For seconds they work, creating nothing to see
Softening night’s darkness
Leaving light free
My reality? Yours?
It must be created somewhere. Maybe it does start like this, a swirling mass of colour and indescribable shapes… kind of familiar yet not. Like a dream, perhaps.
I have dreams like this.
Maybe they are telling me something.
I make this twenty of twenty for #WorldWatercolorMonth. I’m wondering now if numbers really matter…
This watercolour abstract even comes complete with a 3D tour. You don’t get that very often with a painting in today’s money, do you?
Just another urban moth!
Is it me, or are things starting to get just a little bit surreal around here?
This is watercolour nineteen of nineteen for #WorldWatercolorMonth. I wonder what happened? I wonder where my inspiration went? You see, sometimes I do wonder.
I’m aware that the new Bathroom is approaching. Next week in fact. Perhaps that has something to do with the rather strange reality we seem to be going through at the minute. Or maybe that’s just affecting me. It’s very odd.
That said, there may be watercolour free days coming up. You never know.
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!
Nature is amazing, isn’t she?
In the corner of the Garden is a little grave where Simba lies sleeping, since she took her soul up to the Great Cattery Heaven.
When she first departed, we marked where she lay with a simple but artificial red rose. We always say ‘hello’ to her, when we see her little place, but over time the rose became weathered and battered. It was replaced by another rose, but in time the same happened to that, and they vanished from the plot.
Recently, the corner of the Garden has just been bare, lawn-covered and bathed only in glorious sunshine.
Earlier today, two magpies were in the Garden, a mother and her baby. The baby was lying on the grass, watching her mother busying herself doing what magpie mothers do. She hopped in the sunshine, and walked in the shade. Back and to to the dry tub where we normally leave water for the birds and other creatures to drink.
I went out to fill the tub, and the magpies flew just a little further away to a safe distance. I watched them for a while, as they watched me, and then I returned back inside.
A short time later, I looked out of the window, and saw the baby magpie lying on the lawn in the corner, seemingly pecking on something on the ground above where Simba lay. What the baby was pecking at was red.
I waited for the birds to fly away again before I went out to investigate what was going on.
Can you imagine my surprise when I saw a red rose on the place where Simba is sleeping? It was one of the red artificial ones, which have been misled for quite a while. But for it to be in the very spot where it lay originally, apparently placed there by a baby magpie – well, that makes you think.
I don’t know if you remember Simba, there are a few photos of her dotted about throughout the blog… she was a gorgeous black and white cat with the friendliest of personalities. Black and white. The colour of magpies.
Like I say… Nature is amazing isn’t she? Full of Fabulous surprises.
(The picture that accompanies this post is a quick and wobbly digital doodah of a magpie. Or that’s what it’s meant to be anyway! I can’t recreate the beauty of the real thing.)
