I wade waters of life and death
which each day lap around my knees.
I stumble blind through hidden weeds
too tired to stop and reach for breath.
-Lynne
Category Archives: 365
Four Lines
With time’s passing everything fades,
but still I must never forget
it’s easier to smile than fret
what life or death waters I wade.
-Lynne
What a Cat! Banksy!
-Cheri
Daily Squiggle
This squiggle is done entirely with colored pencils. I wanted to experiment with the grey color and wrinkling hide of an elephant. I used blue, orange, yellow and purple for an interesting effect. Not quite the grey I was looking for but interesting.
Elephants never cease to amaze me. That may be why they turn up so often in my squiggles.
-Lynne
Four Lines
It’s too stunning to be dying;
to even touch dying still leaves
a sense of true solace that grieves
me as it fades with time’s passing.
-Lynne
What a Cat! Andy Warhol!
-Cheri
Four Lines
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
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
the crafty sisters 