Thursday, June 15, 2017

ANTIQUE GLASS TWO - Another original by me

I've been working on more watercolor paintings of glass bottles.  I have a small collection of vintage bottles I've found in thrift shops and dusty basements which I sometimes set up for still life scenes.

This one I decided to do by switching around colors from those of the originals.  The gray color you see here is masking fluid I applied to make sure the white of the paper was preserved while I applied the background. 

Here I've started to add some pretty unconventional colors to the jars and bottles.

Then I pulled off the masking and continued to paint in the details.

The final piece I named "Antique Bottles Two"

 Because I'd already done a painting of this scene with more realistic colors.

They are both for sale along with many others at my Etsy Site:  Watercolors by Leenie.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

National Poetry Month Day Thirty

Prompt:  Artist Max Ernst was one of the pioneers of the Dada and Surrealism movements.  Be inspired by some of his painting titles (use the titles directly in your poem, in  part, or just be inspired in a surreal way): the fireside angel, eye of silence, birth of a galaxy, everyone here speaks Latin, murdering airplane, the wavering woman, two children are threatened by a nightingale, dream and revolution, totem and taboo.

Eliot Phone Home
Two Children Are Threatened by a Nightingale

As long as old men sit and talk about the weather
Measuring out their life in wind speed and temperature
As long as old women in the room
Come and go talking about old men
I’ve had this overwhelming question.
I lift and drop the question on my plate
Like a wavering woman
Do I dare? And Do I dare
Disturb the Birth of a Galaxy?
And how should I begin?
I grow old… I grow old…
And I won’t come back from the dead
To answer...
If heat rises, then shouldn't hell be cold?
And if hell is cold
Then Mars ain’t the kind of place to send your kids
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
Here it’s just my job eight days a week.
And now where’s their Dada?
They’re burnin’ up my shoes with aerosol.
Yes, there will be time to murder and create.
Before the taking of tea and toast.