Watercolor Illustration in Mashpee, Cape Cod

OliverAnnika2-5-2013

OliverAnnika5-2013

Sibling Rivalry

The four year old likes to collect wild flowers and poses with her 2 year old brother.
Note the posture as she pushes him against the wall, arm around him and the flowers.
He literally “looks up” at her. And smiles a pained grin of submission, head cast back in adoration/resentment. How can he compete at half her size? Later he will be taller, shoulders wider and wise in the knowledge that power resides not in size but in spirit. By then, we’ll see not leader and minion, but 2 warriors side by side.

The Bigger Toy Bites

Kahnregal

Kahn-stuffed

My grand-daughter has been collecting toy horses and sees live ones daily nearby. First I gave her the regal model of Kahn and then the giant stuffed pillow version. Her collection is the pride of her four year old life.
Her two year old brother is gifted with alternative toy animals; but they do not match in size.
So when he attempted to take her new horse to bed with him, jealousy bit and so did he. Sadly, his father declared he was too grumpy to kiss us Good Night.
Now we realize that he needs an equally big toy and maybe a cuddly one too.
Ah the trials of sibling rivalry!

New Movie of Mini-Bikers

Please enjoy the new effects and marvelous movie camera available on my iPhone through the OS: Maverick!
We are one tiny step away from retina screen!
Jeanne

Pattern #62 D-awning on me

Delicious Child of Mine

Delicious Child of Mine

D-awning on me each
D-ay is the
D-arling way God
D-eals with me:
“D-ear One”, He calls:
“D-elicious child of mine!”

Pattern #53 Color Filter

Photo by Ming Gullo

Photo by Ming Gullo

Bright intense contrast:
Filter through the solar lens:
Night-time cummerbund!

Pattern #52 Sticky Thistles

Butterfly vs Thistles

Butterfly vs Thistles

Sticky thistles prick
my wing tips-wet my whistle-
spark my tethered-missile!

Pattern#50 Red Velvet

Red Velvet photo from Laurie Purdie Salas

Red Velvet
photo from Laurie Purdie Salas

Red velvet glows
from darkest space;
royalty emerges from dark hole:
divine portal.

Maracas Night @the Barn

Harrison plays the calabash Michelle the maracas Photo by Jeanne

Harrison plays the calabash
Michelle the maracas
Photo by Jeanne

Who shakes his gourd? by
fireside? shakes his shells, hips, jaw?
rocks stones with his rhythm?

maracas
a pair of hollow club like gourd or gourd-shaped containers filled with beans, pebbles, or similar objects, shaken as a percussion instrument.

ma·ri·a·chi
denoting a type of traditional Mexican folk music, typically performed by a small group of strolling musicians dressed in native costume.

calabash
an evergreen tropical American tree that bears fruit in the form of large woody gourds.

Report from Honesdale PA: Skype with J Patrick Lewis

The Highlights Foundation set up this wonderful Skype Session For David Harrison’s
Workshop: “Poetry For the Delight of It” here in Honesdale, PA.
Patrick agreed to answer questions about Poetry and share some of his poems with us.

Lewis encouraged us to use many forms for our poems, as shown in: “The Shapes of our Singing”.
We left the 30 minute session with a hardbound copy of “If You Were A Chocolate Mustache” by J Patrick Lewis and illustrated by Matthew Cordell, a gift from Highlights.

Patrick read from a poem he wrote for Oct 1st, The International Day of the Elderly.
“So many things you anticipate, you won’t want to do when you’re old.”
“A rose is a gift to the air”
“Is sadness the reason for rainbows?”
And in a poem for Helen Keller, wrote the refrain: “I’m not alone; Ann Sullivan’s with me”

His most significant advice was to use:
“strong, personified action verbs”
(Delete the adjective-clutter)
As Mark Twain said: “If you catch an adjective, kill it”
Patrick quoted a phrase from a haiku to illustrate a personified verb:
“The bee staggers out of the peony”

We will prompt children to sing, create poetry and rhyme their little hearts off.
Lewis says “he’s a loner” but his poetry and scholarly techniques pluck our strings. We play along like an orchestra in a pod! It’s a setting sun symphony!

Please May I?

dog-on-horse

As a child we played a game called:
“Please may I?”
The leader on the sidewalk said I could take: three giant steps, or five umbrella steps, or two baby steps, or two backward steps.
One was not allowed to begin until asking: “Please may I”
If you forgot, you had to return and begin at the starting place.
What power was given to the leader to design the choreography,
and then grant permission to proceed.
The game was a grand tribute to courtesy
and we learned to interact with respect.
The word “May” is endowed with power.
Perhaps God used it when He created us, thinking: They may obey or disobey.
I want them to choose!!!!

Previous Older Entries Next Newer Entries