Photos and a poem.
My World
My world is messy, complicated and dark.
I seek the shadows. The dark is where I think, rest and play.
The dark is music and art. It gives depth to light.
The sun is now, but darkness is tomorrow.
The sun is here, but darkness looks beyond.
Day is youthful bravado, night is as old as time.
I finally have an idea for a mosaic but I think it may be rather difficult and I am not sure that I can draw it. So today I did a proof of concept drawing. However, the concept was not what I initially envisaged because I got carried away. It still has many details missing like suction cups. Intriguing. Also, I ran out of space.
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Lens-Artists Photo Challenge – Subjects That Begin with the Letter A.
I have one subject and two photos for this challenge. I have chosen Art as my subject, and more specifically, my art. This is my first foray into “protest” art. It seemed an appropriate, non-violent way to express my rage over the last two months. This piece was completed today.
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Some art to end the week. My first mosaic this spring. I made this one for a friend. It is one of Australia’s smallest raptors, the Nankeen Kestrel. The Nankeen Kestrel is about the size of a pigeon apparently. The mosaic is not an exact likeness. I’ve taken some artistic licence with colours, but you will get the general idea. My phone camera took artistic licence with the colours too! My good camera gave me a mess of reflections.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
Today I’m dedicating my song/tune choice to all the people in Melbourne, Australia, who are doing their bit to reduce the number of Covid-19 infections in their state of Victoria. It hasn’t been easy. Recriminations abound, but the rest of Australia owes a debt to Victoria. That’s what I think anyway. Others may see it differently.
Restrictions ease slightly from Monday. Stay cool, Melburnians. Stay smart. Stay safe. I’ve got an idea for you.
You know how dentists use a suction tube/straw? I wonder if that could be modified to attach to a coffee cup so that Melburnians could drink coffee with a mask on. This innovation could be called the Suck-cess. What do you think of that idea?
That was a bit of fun. As is the Melbourne Ska Orchestra. Enjoy.
Stay safe, stay sane and stay kind, everyone.
As for me, two out of three ain’t bad.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
For Patti, who has always wanted to make a mosaic.
I always complain about not having enough space. The garage and my outdoor workspace are overflowing with stuff. My stuff. My mosaic stuff. Everything is covered with dust and cobwebs. I love it. It is a magical space full of wonder. Perhaps my affinity for tiles is instinctual, in my genes. My father was a builder in his youth. He loved concrete and his concreting skills were in high demand for major commercial builds. Funnily enough, my brother is now a tiler, a trade he came to later in life.
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Do you like my title for this blog post? I like it, but I amuse myself. However that (thinking up pithy blog titles) is about the extent of my creativity in the time of Covid. Consequently, I’ve been thinking a lot about buying a new house – one with two bathrooms; one bathroom for the healthy people and one for the sick people. Not that we have any sick people yet, but you never know …. This (thinking about buying a new house) is what I do when I don’t spend time on my art projects. When I’m in the right frame of mind and the weather permits, fiddling with tiles is my passion. I’ve been inspired by a fellow blogger to be arty this month, so I’ve started the prep for a couple of mosaics.
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Some really awful word play and mediocre pics (except for my True Love’s tawny frogmouth) and digital artwork to go with it.
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Life is full of surprises. Some surprises we even get to photograph. Are you ready for some fun, bizarre and hairy surprises?
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This is not my monthly wrap-up or the Friday post that I was going to write. Somehow my day spun out of control. No need for concern. Sometimes it happens. You know how it is. This stream of conscience (yes, I really do mean conscience) may make no sense at all to some people. Read more
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 