Discussion in 'Arts and Literature' started by GAT, Nov 24, 2012.
I also used the same image on my Fish Carving 24" Brown Trout
Here are the above 2 fish painted
Great Gary! I was hoping you'd show some of your fish sculptures.
NewTyer1, looks like a good start to me.
Hey Gary Great work...I remember that...Ha!
Thank you Ron...One can't have enough venues to share what we love...thanks a bunch!
So happy Gary is here too...Hi gary long time no talk!
Thanks, I don't think I'll ever make a living at it but, it's fun
I have currently created some reinterpretations from Mr Stetzers Best 1000...it was fun and the smallest paintings I have ever done...each is about 1 3/4 wide X 1"...Hey good practice
...You got some weird stuff going on with images here...this continues to invert even after editing...a bit glitchy I believe...I've been a beta tester...not sure why this is happening, but you get the idea...
Richard Hugo was a fantastic Northwest poet. I've always liked this poem, from his book The Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir.
"Upper Voight's, To All the Cutthroat There"
You curve in dandelion wine and in
my dream of a receptive east. Windows
in my house are sanctuary and the four
hills east are fast with creeks
you live in. Why curve tornado from
the shade of cress or stone, why curve away
when I approach upwind, a bush toward
your home, that home of words in back
of any rock that pools the water dark?
I sneak fat and weightless on the log
you're under. I taste the chinese red
of thunder on your throat, jet spots
on your side that fade to spotless white
along your gut. What prayer brings you roaring
quick as words, unexpected, cruel
through gold? God is small. The wing
of eastbound liners six miles over us
is rigid as your fin when you don't move.
Such climb down. Logs left by the blaze
are hollow and I'm cut from crashing
through black crust. Vine maple, greasewood
and my past including last night
work against my search. And still I look,
certain you'll leave me, a bitter nun
starved for curve in my poem.
Here are a few cartoon greeting cards I've done just for giggles.
And a few samples from the Olive series...
Kirk, those are great!
Thank you, sir!
I write a bit of poetry...
It has been too many years
Since I fished it…
This little black jewel
Favorite little river
Near the coast
At the cusp of salt
That I have loved
For decades now...
Inconsequential it seems?
As it has been
To my surprise eviscerated
With clear cutting
Silt run off
Filling holding water
Convinced that I need
To be more aware
Get more active
Be an advocate
for things I love
I feel ashamed
That I didn't know...
Did anyone speak up?
In the din of quiet…
It created jobs in the woods…
The new green is
The color of mud and sand
Toppled trees and under story
Of devils club, scrub alder
And Himalayan blackberries...
And a sanctity
Of promises broken.