Those who follow my poetry know I’m heavily interested in nautical metaphors and the idea of a lighthouse keeping weary sailors from harm is a favorite. With that in mind this is my latest foray into visual art while the poetry sits on the shelf.
Keen to hear your thoughts, criticism and suggestions to help improve.
Thoroughly enjoying the process of these abstract artworks. Eager for feedback or advice on how to develop creatively, let me know your thoughts. Enjoy!
More black and white abstract art..
More abstract art… the break from poetry continues.
Another drawing and then the same drawing playing around with color and text.
Which do you think is better?
This is the second in a series of artwork I’ve been working on during the Canberra covid lockdown.
I would love some feedback good or bad so share your thoughts if you have them.
I’ve been taking a break from poetry, mostly because I have been relatively content.
For me no pain no poetry is certainly the case.
Corona is raging again in my city of Canberra, Australia so being locked in I’ve found myself with a lot of spare time.
At some point I got inspired to do some drawing and to play around with photo shop. Stuff like this was the result…
I would love to have some feedback, comment, like and follow if you’re a fan.
I am stoked to say that one of my poems, ‘Breathe Deep, Seek Peace’ is featured on Ashley O’Melias blog.
You can check it out here:
Ashley O’Melia, Author | A garden of wild thoughts in straight little rows
If you enjoy the poem or Ashley’s site leave a comment and let us know.
Every Friday I share a poem that I love and that inspires me. Today it’s Bukowski who taught me that poetry doesn’t have to be pretty and rhyming.
I’ve read a lot his poetry and this is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Would love to know your thoughts on the poem and Bukowski in general.
A little spark of goodness.
It was Reds discharge
The name they give
To a beating administered
The day before release
A jail tradition
Brutal and barbaric…
As word got around
Beloved as he was
The yard put him through hell
“You ready for your discharge mate?”
He was visibly shaken
When the hour came
They packed into his cell
To his immense credit
He faced it well,
Ready for the fight
They said “It’s time”
And in a gesture
I’ll never forget
Instead of a black eye
They gave him a group hug
Sometimes jail can surprise you
God bless those boys
God bless Red
God bless us all
That made it through
With a memory or two
That shows it’s not all
Doom and gloom
This is a true story; Red was a good friend of mine and probably the funniest person I ever met locked up without being a clown. The whole thing shows that there is at least a little spark of goodness in an otherwise hostile and volatile place.