Some clichés are true
Like the road less taken
The smaller roads are not out of the way
They are the way
Let’s ride
Just get on and go
Discover what is just over the rise
NaPoWriMo Day 18
Let’s Ride
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Author Archives: treshabarger
Of Life
The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away. ~ Pablo Picasso
A bloom, shared
Shelter of an Angel’s Wing
An extreme juncture stalls time
Blurs our vision, tatters our breath
All that we knew, before, is in question
A single moment of relief
One breeze of possibility from
The shelter of an angel’s wing
Guides us past our stationary nightmare
As a bridge to the future
Shelter of an angel’s wing
NaPoWriMo Day 17
Out of Place
Residing in a ceramic pot
Glimpsing life through paned windows
Sleeping behind closed curtains
The orchid blooms out of place, defiantly
Iwanagara Apple Blossom orchid
NaPoWriMo Day 16
Moving On
In my art classes, students start with The Drawing Course: Understanding the Use of Line, using vine charcoal. (That was a new term for me: vine charcoal.) Next is the Tone Course: Understanding the Use of Light and Dark, using vine and compressed charcoal.
In the middle of my last class, I finished the Tone Course. (Oh. I wasn’t expecting that.)
And started Beginning Oil Painting: Bringing Together Line and Tone using Oil Paint. (Definitely not expected when I walked in that morning.)
Alert the media.
Mixing for tones in oil paint
We begin the oil painting lessons limited to only two colors: Titanium White and Raw Umber. Good idea. All the course materials were written by the instructor, Elizabeth Locke.
