Creating A Subject

Art

The Artist’s Eye
 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Artist’s Eye.”

The Human eye captures million’s of images every day.  How They are interpreted is a bit of a flying fish shoot.

I’m currently doing a photography course at the Brain and Spinal Injury Centre in Salford, as part of my ongoing rehabilitation, and living in the city gives an ideal opportunity to capture clouds

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES

A Fair weather day in the city of Salford#

I was so taken by the clouds one day – I wrote a poem about them – “Marshmallows” – which you can find on the blog here https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/25/marshmallows/

“Light Fluffy Clouds up there in the sky….”

Local Artists too, Had the knack to capture Salford’s Skies, indeed , the picture I’ve posted may have been a lot different in L.S. Lowry’s Time – perhaps down to the fact that most industry bid farewell to the Manchester Ship Canal with the closure of the docks, leaving less pollution in the sky and a much bluer hue.

Reminiscence of a Muse

Art, Poetry

  They say poetry can sometimes come from tragedy

A Silver winning poem by me from the pages of Allpoetry.com

The poet picked up
the photo from the floor
it left an impression

Pressed down in the ground
by an empty bottle of Merlot
encased in finest green

Work of perfection,
destroyed in a moment
by the Artist’s hand

Angelic Form in pastel pink
now sullied in vermillion red
where did she travel to ?

Disappeared out of Sight,
Artists darkened thoughts bright
Across canvass

Phone Call to friend…
Despair down line sends
Ambulance round bend.

Wordsmith or Artist

Art, Poetry

A Bronze-Winning Piece of Poetry, Written by Me – enjoy

As each new page is turned,
colours amass in every word written.
Imagery appears out of every verse
as the writers hand, etches out his tale

Descriptions of a summers sky
the colours of the birds that fly
and cotton wool clouds that pass on by
its hard for artisan to try

So listen to the tale, that’s quaint
as picture of a season i’ll paint
in words of colour on a summers day
and those in the garden that go out and play