Pencil Study- Human Foot

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A remarkable thing is the human foot. Also quite exquisite naked of its flesh. I have a fascination with feet. One theory explains such a fascination with having spent a large amount of time in infancy being at foot level with our caregivers. At such a vantage point they become mythical and unfathomable in their importance. Inscrutable and bewitching.

 

 

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The Birdhouse

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I am bird nerd. Always ways always will be. A good portion of my life is spent just looking out the window studying their activities. Not a minute of it a waste.

They have dismantled the house across the road where the pigeons were nesting, I knew the day would come. They were bold and held on till the end but they have moved on now.  Their home of many years is nothing but an expanse of sky between two walls. I still see them flying though. A swathe of silver circles the rooftops before ducking and dipping out of sight. A marvel that lifts my soul each and every time I catch it.

My dream is to one day have a house with a garden and in that garden there will be a tree with a bird or two or three or more.

Birds mean home to me. I want them to take me with them. Home.

The Rebel (Biro)

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Day 99.

I sense the beginning of a new obsession coming on with this Artist.

You walk through a series of arches, so to speak, and then, presently, at the end of a corridor, a door opens and you see backward through time, and you feel the flow of time, and realize you are only part of a great nameless procession.

John Huston

Constraint (Soft pastel)

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Day 91.

Gregor Samsa like I click and scuttle

My north paws rubbing together in waiting

I’ll cling to the ceiling yet

That I’m certain would more normal seem than any experience I’ve had so far

hollow -hearted whole

leave well alone,

Take me I am ready.

The Rising (Soft pastel)

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Day 90.

Ten days to go to complete my project.

Looking at this artwork that I made recently reminds of reading The Chronicles of Narnia as a young girl. The link between it and the wondrous CS Lewis books is somewhat obvious in that there is an allegorical quality to both the drawing and to those wonderful stories which I never really understood but felt captivated by none the less.

I had no interest in reading any other fantasy tales nor have I since which makes me wonder what it was about the books that enraptured me.

Whatever it was I know it still exists in me. I’d call it an attunement.