It starts with eyes watching the forecast,
watching the fog or clouds mass,
overhead.
The muscles, the glutes they hurt when,
you do anything or nothing,
oh well.
If you sit if you kneel with your weight on
your heels, watch how you
place your bare hand or any
knuckle, asphalt with texture ... bites.
On to creating she
began day two, the
centerpiece was done
now a border to do,
twelve
peach and gold salmons
swimming in an asphalt blue
as blue as the ocean nearby.
The artist chooses some red, some peach,
some gold, some defining black, and
two types of blue to her art she stays true.
This cat had found
"the purr-fect spot"
people ooowed and
people aaawed again
and again over her,
but try as she might,
she could not wait any
longer,
only if her will was
stronger,
she ate a fish, anyway,
right to the bones.
She is done, the artist I mean,
f i f t e e n h o u r s, bent and
contorted, leaning and standing,
oh and the painting well...
purr-fect of course, we will be
back next year, with many more
artists as the Festival will grow,
thanks to the great job by all
volunteers
Can you see the slight
smile on her cat face,
the glint in those eyes,
like she owns the place,
she is content to stay the night,
by morning she is off to appraise,
better grounds for catching fish!
©DWE092013
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
It starts with eyes watching the forecast,
watching the fog or clouds mass,
overhead.
The muscles, the glutes they hurt when,
you do anything or nothing,
oh well.
If you sit if you kneel with your weight on
your heels, watch how you
place your bare hand or any
knuckle, asphalt with texture ... bites.
On to creating she
began day two, the
centerpiece was done
now a border to do,
twelve
peach and gold salmons
swimming in an asphalt blue
as blue as the ocean nearby.
The artist chooses some red, some peach,
some gold, some defining black, and
two types of blue to her art she stays true.
This cat had found
"the purr-fect spot"
people ooowed and
people aaawed again
and again over her,
but try as she might,
she could not wait any
longer,
only if her will was
stronger,
she ate a fish, anyway,
right to the bones.
She is done, the artist I mean,
f i f t e e n h o u r s, bent and
contorted, leaning and standing,
oh and the painting well...
purr-fect of course, we will be
back next year, with many more
artists as the Festival will grow,
thanks to the great job by all
volunteers
Can you see the slight
smile on her cat face,
the glint in those eyes,
like she owns the place,
she is content to stay the night,
by morning she is off to appraise,
better grounds for catching fish!
©DWE092013
The fish is in the bottom corner of the piece of chalk art, however when the cat cut resized etc,
she made sure it was edited to hide her true appetite, check my face book page real soon for more.
See if you notice any differences in the photo on my HP home page
the bruises on her knees have started to show, and her hands and fingers
will take a day or two more to be heading back to normal.
Look up Victoria International Chalk Festival for more, Facebook page, my Facebook Timeline etc. etc.
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