Pools of Love

Pools Of Love

Deep pools of dark umber,

             unfathomable love,

                         forgiving ,

                                         unchanging,

                                                     unceasing,

LOVE.

Every move drawn into the inner depths,

 watching,

                  following,

                                      waiting,

                                                           shadowing.

My every motion.

The world went out,

               they came in,

                         stayed,

                                            forever loyal.

Understanding when all understanding seemed lost.

Hearing and knowing the unspoken words

Silently

             wordlessly

                                    these pools of love,

                                               spoke volumes,

                                                                     in my solitude.

Deep pools of umber Love.

The eyes of my companion ,

friend.

The dark deep eyes of my dog.

This blog is linked to my other where I tell the story behind this painting. I hope you do not find it too self indulgent.

 

Out of the Silence

Dog For Last Time

Dog For Last Time

You must be really tired of seeing this poor animal. This I promise will be the last time. Thanks to all who took the time to offer me some very valuable advice. I have added some darker tones but already I can still see where I need to soften the blending yet again.

I think it is time to do as both Barbra and Ruby have told me to do to lay it aside and maybe return to it again at a later stage.

I have enjoyed using the pencils but long to get back to using some colour again.

I tried the coloured pencils but could not get anything like the beauty that Katherine manages to create. In fact I found it almost impossible to get any feeling of colour at all. Still I am not in reality a person who gives up on a venture easily so will get them out and try again.

Ruby has twice now hinted that maybe I should try getting back to flowers. My fear about that is that I will maybe end up striving to create something like those who paint botanical illustrations. I just know I will fail miserably at such a venture.

So I will give it some thought and see what today brings.

So goodbye to the dog drawing for now.

On my other blog I was talking about acts of kindness. Can I say it again as boring as it may sound there are so many bloggers on here who day in and day out do acts of kindness by taking the time to give help and advice. I would like to remind them it is noticed and noted.

Thanks again.

This blog is linked to my other.  A Kindness Repaid

Not Just Any Dog

Not Just Any Dog

Well yesterday I did as so many of you have said time after time; I made a start on another drawing with my new pencils. I spent a fair bit of time on it but hoping that I get some advice from you experts.

I am aware that I need to work on the blending between the darks and the lights. This dog is black and white but just leaving the paper white seems far too harsh?

I have already been told that it will look better once I begin to bring it all together and that the eyes will help also.

Now with the eyes should I stick with just shades of black and white or add the beautiful big brown eyes this dog has?

When I paint abstracts I never feel the need to ask myself too many questions about what I am doing it I just do it. When I paint landscape or seascapes I do not seem to worry over the colours I use or what I put in or leave out. It all just seems to happen.

This is what makes this both frustrating and yet exciting. I am sure I will never be good at this but it is mind consuming and that has to be good.

If I was doing this dog in pastel I would be working on black paper and would be using only white pastel. This is like working negative for me. Does that make any sense at all?

I feel like a lost soul in a sea of questions.



This blog is linked to my other where I am talking about. The Judgement But Not Of Solomon.

Betsie

Betsie

Today in my blog I spoke of my dog Damon, I know I have shown you a sketch of him before, so today I show you Betsie. One of my friend’s wife was very ill in hospital. I went with him one day to visit her. She was very ill indeed and was finding it difficult. During the conversation she spoke more than once about her dog and how she was missing her.


How I would have loved to have broken all the rules of the hospital and sneaked her in to visit. It was just not possible. So after the visit I went to his home and did this very quick pastel drawing of Betsie. My friend took it up to the hospital later and blue tacked it to the wall where she could see it. It hung there till sadly she died.

I hope it brought her comfort. There does seem to be something between people and animals that can speak and say the words that we want to say but can never quite find.

I know that my friend took the drawing home and that he still has it in his possession, so maybe it is a small part of the cherished memories he has of her.



This blog is linked to my other blog:- The Wondrous Moment