Bouncing back. . . . (after : Slight delay due to light banter.)
On 25 October 2012 17:28, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:
On 25 October 2012 17:28, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:
>>>MM...
(grappling with a slippy font) but,(while waiting to catch up with myself)... ~~~~~~~~~
Tales of the Sea/ aka homage to unknown Gabrielle woman on another continent looks GREAT. (Wish she could see it! If only she knew.) I mean, we've already 'outWarholed' Leonindo Da Varci with one stone. (Quotable.)
I can just imagine La Mona Lisa's expression now! And the rest is yet to come. That is, sea, sky, and flesh colour. Basically, blue-grey & the pastel orange of flesh. Two finely pitched complementaries on the colour wheel. A synthesis of science, intuition, and refined aesthetic sensuality, = HARMONY.
With regard to the 'image continuum', (Ministry of Passionate Outpouring. MOPO), and the sound out the back of sparrows, chaffinches, congregated in the slender branches of the 'sally' (saille) willow excitedly chirping in unison for a third helping of peanuts, followed in swift pecking order by a raiding party of warrior starlings in ambush and overseen by a waiting band of ominous rooks on rooftops opposite flawlessly tightrope wobbling on telephone wires waiting to swoop, but they heed a knock on the window more urgently than the sparrows who toss a nut in the air after the first peck, a nut being a big pill to swallow whole. (Who needs to watch football, this is more skilful by far.)
'Image continuum', refers to the fact that i finally fiddled with the new digital camera a bit, familiarising by increment, though not as yet gone all out for the photo shoot of 'planet visitor' portrait or the drawings of my daughters. Never know what i might do next.
Considering that i was up till 5.30 a.m. immersed in a fireside armchair and a book called 'Lame Deer. Seeker of Visions'.
Read half the book. Page after page flowing from the mouth of the man himself and all in that typical Indian, humorously wry and ironic plain speaking, no bullshit way of relating a tale.
When you consider the brutal dis-education such people were forced to suffer (Hitler actually got his ideas from that programme), it's refreshing to read a subsequently self-educated survivalist syntax from a man who tried everything in the 'wasicun' white world to work his way back to the wild ways against impossible odds and obstacles, heroically restoring the vision.
An inspiring testament. As another brave man, Russell Means, said, "welcome to the reservation".
And now, we're ALL on a Reservation. What goes around comes around. Just like they predicted. I speak without reservation.
But i better get on with the remainder of the day, having done a shopping trip after being woken three hours early by a refuse truck and a crow on the roof guttering, clattering and quarking.
I wonder what i just wrote. Might it be a blogpost update?
Think i'll just transform a cold cup of tea into a hot cup of coffee.
Black medicine they called it, 'pejuta sapa', no maple syrup on hand unfortunately. I'll just get a good fire going.
>>>><<<< >>>><<<<
rainbowmaker.
(grappling with a slippy font) but,(while waiting to catch up with myself)... ~~~~~~~~~
Tales of the Sea/ aka homage to unknown Gabrielle woman on another continent looks GREAT. (Wish she could see it! If only she knew.) I mean, we've already 'outWarholed' Leonindo Da Varci with one stone. (Quotable.)
I can just imagine La Mona Lisa's expression now! And the rest is yet to come. That is, sea, sky, and flesh colour. Basically, blue-grey & the pastel orange of flesh. Two finely pitched complementaries on the colour wheel. A synthesis of science, intuition, and refined aesthetic sensuality, = HARMONY.
With regard to the 'image continuum', (Ministry of Passionate Outpouring. MOPO), and the sound out the back of sparrows, chaffinches, congregated in the slender branches of the 'sally' (saille) willow excitedly chirping in unison for a third helping of peanuts, followed in swift pecking order by a raiding party of warrior starlings in ambush and overseen by a waiting band of ominous rooks on rooftops opposite flawlessly tightrope wobbling on telephone wires waiting to swoop, but they heed a knock on the window more urgently than the sparrows who toss a nut in the air after the first peck, a nut being a big pill to swallow whole. (Who needs to watch football, this is more skilful by far.)
'Image continuum', refers to the fact that i finally fiddled with the new digital camera a bit, familiarising by increment, though not as yet gone all out for the photo shoot of 'planet visitor' portrait or the drawings of my daughters. Never know what i might do next.
Considering that i was up till 5.30 a.m. immersed in a fireside armchair and a book called 'Lame Deer. Seeker of Visions'.
Read half the book. Page after page flowing from the mouth of the man himself and all in that typical Indian, humorously wry and ironic plain speaking, no bullshit way of relating a tale.
When you consider the brutal dis-education such people were forced to suffer (Hitler actually got his ideas from that programme), it's refreshing to read a subsequently self-educated survivalist syntax from a man who tried everything in the 'wasicun' white world to work his way back to the wild ways against impossible odds and obstacles, heroically restoring the vision.
An inspiring testament. As another brave man, Russell Means, said, "welcome to the reservation".
And now, we're ALL on a Reservation. What goes around comes around. Just like they predicted. I speak without reservation.
But i better get on with the remainder of the day, having done a shopping trip after being woken three hours early by a refuse truck and a crow on the roof guttering, clattering and quarking.
I wonder what i just wrote. Might it be a blogpost update?
Think i'll just transform a cold cup of tea into a hot cup of coffee.
Black medicine they called it, 'pejuta sapa', no maple syrup on hand unfortunately. I'll just get a good fire going.
>>>><<<< >>>><<<<
rainbowmaker.
art : Many Moons Past, martin law, 1990
artwork : digital pan play - image definition, frame construct, SEP 12 - wfp for moo
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