I have finished my latest mosaic. It is of a dog. I thought I would share with you just a few of the dog mosaics I’ve made over the last couple of years.
Three Spitz
I might have suggested to a few people that I’ve done artworks (mosaics) of some Aussie birds and promised to post some photos of them. Lately though, I have been concentrating on dog mosaics, but I find myself returning to birds time and again. I have tremendous admiration for people who can photograph birds well, because I find it incredibly difficult to take a decent photo of my mosaics. They glitter and sparkle at all angles, hence it is virtually impossible to take a photo without being blinded by reflection. I love big bold colour, so I guess a little sparkle goes with the territory. Read more
I thought I would join in a photo challenge from Debbie at Travel with Intent. The theme is White. My participation is inspired by Brian at Bushboys World. Brian has posted some photos of beautiful white pelicans. So I thought I would post a photo of a pelican too. But this one is not real. It is a mosaic piece I made a number of years ago.
Enjoy.
Unfortunately, I’ve almost exhausted my supply of the lovely pink tile and there are no more to be found.
What do you think?
I want to give hope to all those people out there, who, like me, have felt, and still feel, that they don’t have an artistic bone in their body. As a kid, I used to like drawing. I drew butterflies, dogs and horses. They were all out of proportion and simple; just a kid’s drawings really. I wasn’t gifted but I had fun. When I reflect back on that time, half the fun was in day dreaming about my drawing, or starting with a blank page and just seeing where it would take me. Pencils were everywhere and anywhere, left lying around when the drawing was done. There was no packing up art supplies. There was no helicopter parent offering a critique or having special art time with me to foster my ‘creativity’, whatever that means.
Then I went to high school and I thought I would try art class as an elective. I know a lot of children thrive in art classes. But for me, it was torture. Read more
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 