A big splash of color today with the introduction of Tribal Snake Dreaming. I’ve always been intrigued by the artwork of dreamtime from the Australian aboriginal community. Their use of nature as storytellers really fits in my own beliefs. My Tribal Snake Dreaming is inspired by those sacred aboriginal mosaic like paintings. Using bold colored magic markers I wanted to eye to follow the snake downward into the bright surroundings. This is why the background is created with yellow and orange and the snake is blue and green. The optical illusion is only created by using the darker colors which trick the eye receding the subject away from you.
I had fun though the fumes from the markers nearly knocked me out. Perhaps the next one will be digital.
I can’t believe summer has come and gone. Because of our lack of rain September slipped by masking itself in the unusual warm weather. As I sit and look out the window I see a few maple trees already have put on their red leaves. Some trees have lost many leaves while others are still a summer green.
Last weekend I started to clean the garden. Collecting seeds for spring, trimming dead branches and even planting a few new plants. I started by digging a hole for my newly purchased Japanese Anemone. This variety of Anemone caught my eye not only because of the delicate pink flowers but that this plant also blooms in September. With our recent warm weather this Autumn the flowers are still blooming.
Creating holes and moving dirt give me a sense of accomplishment. I believe it is the same feeling when painting or any other creative process. The work is more physical than what I do in the art room but has that same lasting vibe of a job well done.
Digging on this property sometimes yields treasure. I’ve dug up colored bottles, kids toys and less exciting objects too. Occasionally I find bits of clam shells or beads. This day I found a rare treat. Three preserved seashells fully intact filled with dirt and buried almost 12 inches deep. Upon washing them I found their brittle shells had worn quite thin. I tried to clean their insides but found the dirt is keeping their shape together.
These three seashells stayed on this deck post for several days. One morning I found a squirrel was investigating them. He picked up the two on each end and threw them on the ground. The shell in the middle he took, with difficulty, and hopped away into the woods. I guess he had found his treasure from the sea.