The Grandpa Knee from Rooster's Wife by Russell Edson
An old man who was old enough to be his own grandfather said to himself, Grandpa, may I sit on your knee?
And replied, Sit on your own knee, you're old enough to be your own grandpa.
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Dialogues in Paradise (one)by Can Xue.
The tree was full of tiny bells. When the bells sparkled, they jingled in splendor. I moved my left toe and heard the wind outside the door blowing away somebody's garbage can. It is always the god-damned south wind.
Daily Upload 200 !!!! Oh, yeah, here we are, might as well celebrate ... The Festival of Holli the Holy was a one week holiday that many Nord villages kept in old Nornwan . You can see more in the video "The Bard and the Plague" by the Untitled Heroes on youtube ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIBBljx8_0U&t=311s
This is an ATC-sized (3 1/2” x 2 1/2”) watercolor. I’m practicing bolder strokes with heavier pigment. Big departure from my usual uber careful strokes
This piece was done with watercolour crayons, crayons, fineliner, acrylic paint and a touch of posca. I was showing that love can be blind and sometimes almost arrogant and selfish, the arrow has hit the spot on the second attempt but the scars are still to be seen. Although the person playing cupid aint always an outside force. I enjoy playing with the titles and am constantly changing and thinking of what it will be called when doing the piece, but i do like my wordplay. this one was a play on horticulture and felt it all tied in to the final design :))
This is available as an a3 sized print.
18x24 watercolor paper, technical pen and probably pastel pencil or just regular pencil blended with a q-tip. This was done for a friend who owned a wine and spirits shop, so I guess it's a vine. Or a tree. Whichever....
A silly watercolor sketch, I know, but there's a lot tied to this little thing. There are so many bittersweet feelings lately. I tend to avoid putting a numerical value to time, I don't like the count-down aspect to things, especially knowing how obsessive I can be with that. It allows me to live in some semblance of ignorance (they say ignorance is pure bliss). There's a lot of tip-toeing around what I want to say and what I'm afraid to say, or even what I'd love to explore and embrace and simply afraid to. It's something I'm not used to. It's taken me quite a while to finally sit with certain things, or even acknowledge them, and it feels like there's so much more I'm now realizing. It's odd to be so frank to some and worried that others may find out. There's a lot of shifting again, goodbyes coming soon, complicated feelings and situations.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Transmundane Tuesday prompt from Carson Ellis.
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