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
What a Cat! Alexander Calder!
-Cheri
What a Cat! Alexander Calder!
-Cheri
Four Lines
I yearn for the colorless light,
bright, bright until beatific.
Time to muse my life’s specifics,
gentle ease into that good night.
–Lynne
Four Lines
I like words’ sound more than meaning,
but quatrains are not just rhythms.
Poetry’s sense shines through prisms,
split light makes colors for yearning.
-Lynne
What a Cat! Top Gear!
-Cheri
Four Lines
The fourth line’s “murdered” changed the rhyme
and moved the meaning fast forward.
What lines am I moving toward,
with more regard for sound than time?
-Lynne
What a Cat! Top Gear!
-Cheri
