I’m working hard to keep my blog a place where you can find happiness and maybe some distraction from your hectic everyday life by sharing my art which is mostly inspired by my love for nature and animals. I don’t often talk politics or religion – both of which can present a lot […]
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Pokestop carries a Pokemon.
I just squeezed The Bisterne Royals into one frame.
Worzel is in trouble with Aunt Sally required a couple of shots, one from across the road.
We surmised he had been on the tiles with his next door neighbour who was Half Cut.
Head over Heels about Scarecrows also required a vantage point on the opposite side of the road.
Intergalactic Beastie Boys were suitably attired.
Rusty Diesel Engine is a reincarnation of other trains in previous years.
As happy as a Pig was made from a hay bale.
The stretch of Oh Look, there’s a Dragon required two frames,
and its recently hatched baby warranted her own.
Scary Crows lurked beside each other in the trees.
Baked Beans on Coast has to win any pun competition,
and the tins in…
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“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” – George Bernard Shaw
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” – Margaret Mead
I am so sorry you have to experience anthropocene. Since I wrote to you in 2016 it feels like we humans haven’t done a single thing to make the anthropocene an anastrophe (opposite of catastrophe). I’m sorry for your melting glaciers, your burning forests, the tsunamis and all asphalt and concrete we humans smothering your […]
Enchanting! I just couldn’t resist sharing.
Theodor Severin Kittelsen (1857-1914) is my all-time favorite painter.
In this article I will show you some of my favorite works by him while attempting to explain how he has influenced my creativity.
Kittelsen was present in my life since I started school. The image above this text (Soria Moria Castle, 1900) was used as the cover of Norwegian literature textbooks.
This was because the image is based on a classic Norwegian fairytale by the same name. In fact, a lot of Kittelsen’s work was based on stories and fairy tales, as he often was contracted to make book illustrations.
One of the main reasons why I love Kittelsen’s work is his use of thematic contrasts.
He often mixes the beauty of Norwegian nature with the creepy horror of Norwegian folklore.
Sometimes he gives nature intelligence, or gives concepts a physical presence.
The image above is another example of this.
You can faintly see Kittelsen has painted a…
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Our human, Léa, has this and one other blog on her own. Since she is merely the typist on our blog and rarely mentioned by name, we decided to let her reblog today’s post. Colette et Simone
The Owl, the Pussycat and the feline behind the scenes…
Oh yes, there was also the fabulous man who wrote of my adventures. His name was Edward Lear. He was devoted to me and to other felines who came to know him. In addition to my long luxurious fur, I am world class at the art of cuddling and along with the other felines entrusted to his care, we are equally devoted to him.
Lear was born the twentieth child of a London stock broker and his wife. In his late teens he left the family home with his eldest sister and began providing for himself with his skills as an illustrator. He continued to draw and paint throughout his life.
This prolific writer and artist (animals and landscapes) was compared to the work of the great Jean-Jacques Audubon. In addition to his writing and drawing, he gave drawing lessons. It…
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As the tiny rivers
Papery thin skin
I watch as they have slowed
But remember their faster pace
As the plastic cannula
From oxygen tank
To your nasal orifice
Easing each breath
Your hands reach for me
Offering each cheek to be kissed
As the dancer
In the flames
As you welded and forged
Iron and steel into magnificent forms
Gates, railings but also art
A band of musicians
Prominent upon your mantel
My own, croix de Cathar
A gift like your friendship
Bleu shall forever
Be the colour of you
As you reach out for Auguste
The great-grandson who shares
Your sparkle from cobalt eyes