Who catches? Is someone coming?
The world snaps back hocus-pocus,
eyes instead of the eye focus.
Is that dying? It’s too stunning.
-Lynne
Monthly Archives: January 2012
What a Cat! Magritte!
-Cheri
Daily Squiggle
I like the juxtaposition of the blue of the shirt and the yellow orange of the hair in this squiggle. I was working on the folds and creases of clothing. And there is some attempt at background.
Perhaps this squiggle woman works in the squiggle signal corps.
-Lynne
Four Lines
White bursts while the eye watches.
Transfixed, floating, the mind reviews
choices, regrets, what’s left to do.
Is someone coming? Who catches?
-Lynne
What a Cat! Picasso!
-Cheri
Daily Squiggle
Here is another lady with a hat, but more in my style. I’m still working on light and shadow and I can see now that there is some confusion going on in the arms.
The colors are based on violet with red and blue shifting their emphasis in the hat and blouse. I used marker as a base and colored pencil for shading.
Who knows where squiggles run, but this woman looks happy to be going there.
–Lynne
What a Cat! Jackson Pollock!
-Cheri
Four Lines
Eye turned prism sees light reversed,
spread colors returned to whole white.
Look at this! Look at this!…this sight,
while the eye watches white burst.
-Lynne
Daily Squiggle
This is my version of a Charles C. Carter painting called Roxanne in Mauve that we discussed in our critique group with Teri Partridge a couple of weeks ago.
The hat is such an intriguing part of the painting, I felt that I wanted it to be the center of my sketch. It seems to do as well as a skirt as it does as a hat. I also wanted the lines of the hair to be repeated in the pattern of the shoes.
The color is done with colored pencil and marker. I used a more sophisticated color scheme than usual in my squiggles, but she is a high society woman. She may be signaling to her private jet in this photo. I’ll have to go check.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Into that good night gently ease,
the line is wrong, our night is light.
Closed eyes see not dark but pure white,
light reversed, eye turned prism sees.
-Lynne
the crafty sisters 