I couldn’t go past this beautiful golden fungi on my walk today without taking a photo
and then I inverted it, and look how glorious it is – like a little fairyland fantasy world.
Life can be like that – golden and then blue – but it is still wonderful in either colour.
I collected these leaves from my garden and then I played with layouts for a new resin art piece I am going to create.
I like to use a frame, and then take a photograph, as it helps me “see” them better.
I wanted to use the ferns branching out from the corners, but I couldn’t get a design to work that I really liked. I think the last frame in this set is the best.
I made minor adjustments to the seeds in each of these frames below, and it’s interesting to see how each small variation impacts on the flow of the piece.
My favourite is #4 then #2 (I think) .
This was a fun exercise, but I will probably go with the first arrangement I tried (below), because I like it’s simplicity, and the fuzzy lichen on the twig.
quietly she falls
her darkness soft and silky
crescent moon to comfort
till stars shine
quietly she falls
© ceenoa
she cannot be contained
destruction her desire
she rages
she runs her path
unfettered and leaping
death dancing
her name is spoken
by broken hearts
in ashes
she touches us all
there or here
with fear
for we are fools
who forgot her
dark lessons
now she runs amok
incandescant with power
burning all
bushfire
© ceenoa
May the Universe give blessings to all those impacted by the bushfires, and protect those who face her ravenous appetite directly, day after day, whilst saving lives and homes.
i’m trying to give up the Chai
– well, really it’s more all the milk –
the spice of the cinnamon topping
– the feel of sweet liquid brown silk –
i’m trying to give up the Chai
– i started cold turkey today –
I haven’t missed it as yet
– but tomorrow’s another day –
i’m trying to give up the Chai
– three lattes a day was excessive –
I don’t know what I’ll drink now
– my cravings might be quite expressive –
i’m trying to give up the Chai
– when I don’t like giving things up –
I like a hot drink and time to think
– so deprivation might be kinda rough –
© ceenoa
I have been ramping up the creativity in the last few weeks, as my big annual market is approaching very quickly – only 7 weeks to go! So here are a few of my latest bits a pieces, hope you enjoy looking at them.
If you don’t, then quietly click away onto something you do – time is too precious to waste on things you don’t like – and truthfully I shall never know, so where is the harm?
I decided to kick things off with a bit of red wine – no, not drinking of, spilling of. After contemplating the mess it would have been if it was real, I thought some relaxation at the beach was in order.
I didn’t want to drive anywhere so I decided to make my own – in my empty pool (well, big glass platter – but let’s not quibble with the artisitc licence).
As you know, you need to be careful of bare feet at the beach, there are all sorts of hazards, like little crabs waiting to nibble on your toes. I successfully avoided them and found the water lapping the edge of the sand which was nicely bestrewn with shells and driftwood.
After that I thought a bit of garden time would round things off nicely.
Wandering through the flowers was very peaceful, and by then it was nearly time to go to sleep, so my last little offering (especially for Brian – if he has made it this far) is a little inversion to welcome the evening star.
Oh, and everyone knows that good things can make you a bit melancholy during the week of your anniversaries, when your special someone is no longer there to share it with – but do not worry because there is a solution apparently:
“Absinthe – makes the heart grow fonder”
P.S perhaps I should have drunk it instead of spilling it 🙂
Looking through some old words for something to post, and reading this one triggered some new ones
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The weather won’t let me forget you
the seasons bring reminders
the quality of light
or a perfume on the air
trigger memories of times gone by
and I am almost back there
©ceenoa
The weather in 2019
The weather won’t let me forget you
but climate change is real
and time erodes the quality
of captured moments
the weather won’t let me forget you
but you are becoming less clear
©ceenoa
The peacefulness of the pool was broken as the “fly-in fly-out” squad bomb dived into it. The ruffled locals moved out of their path and let them get on with all the showing off, the noisy social commentary, and the ubiquitous attempt of some new FIFO to hook up with someone elses partner. They would have to wait to get their peaceful life back again: after all, migrating birds don’t stick around very long.
© ceenoa
This one has been banging around my head for over a month since I saw a flock of migrating birds swoop down into the dam in the paddock next door, and in that time I lost my flow – I really should have written it when it barged into my brain.
Spring has Sprung in the South of the world, and in my little slice the daffies, crocus, hellebores and camellias are flowering.
So, what better way to preserve these lovelies than suffocating them in silica sand for 7 days and drowning them in resin (to use in my art).
Here’s a camellia that has just started her bath.
Once you have suffocated and drowned your flowers, you are ready to hang them. Here’s a new method I am trialling using black organza ribbon – appropriate for hanging, don’t ya think!
For those who struggle with the trauma associated with suffocating, drowning, or hanging flowers – don’t despair, or feel blue, as inversion therapy can assist.
Note: No flowers were harmed in the making of this post (well, not anymore than if you picked them from the garden and put them in a vase to slowly die from soil starvation).
I can put on my hair just like a hat,
but I’m still silver gray underneath that.
Which is prettier? which is more real?
it’s the way that you wear yourself, it’s the way that you feel!
In learning to “be” there are times not to see,
the way others look, and that includes me,
at the colour I wear or the length of my hair.
So be slightly crazy
the times getting shorter
until all that is left
is the things that you “oughta”
do.
© ceenoa
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