Ink

Pixabay

There once was a time – when the mirror on the wall

Was asked who was fairest, without blemish or flaw

But parchment white skin is a thing out of date

A mere backdrop – for body art ornate

Ink and piercing – skin as the canvas and slate

A medium of self-expressed identity – a statement to make


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The Project

Natalya Vaitkevich @ Pexels.com

There was so much out there. How could she ever hope to capture it? This niggled at Angela for days, then she decided that the only way to do it was to start.

She set up her easel and placed a single twig before her and began to look long and hard at it. She looked beyond the leaves and bark into the soul of the thing. She then began to simply sketch what filled her mind’s eye. Eight hours later she pushed back and took in the fruit of her labour. “Leaf,” the true leaf had taken form on the paper. It seemed almost three dimensional.

So realistic was the rendering that she reached out to touch it. As she did it fell from the page and drifted to the floor.

Amazed, she blinked and picked it up. She could feel its texture and weight. It was indeed a leaf.

She immediately sat back before her easel and began to work.

Four days later her mother knocked her door.

“We were worried about you,” she said letting herself into the studio. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

The bleary-eyed Angela looked towards her mother and ans merely said, “Sorry, I’ve been busy.”

“Let’s see it then,” her mother said and leaned over to look at the blank paper. “Working?” she asked.

“Yes, my best stuff yet,” Angela said.

“Hmm,” her mum said unconvinced. “I’ll leave you to it, and eat something. You look awful.”

“Okay, Mum,” the artist replied.

With that her mother left not having noticed the pile of leaves and twigs around her daughter’s ankles.


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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #141

Through Misty Eyes

Through misty eyes I feel the pain

Of ministry heartfelt that others disdain

Fervent faith, and labours keen

Works, in the eyes of others unseen

While these feelings – I well understand

As one who has served God’s commands

My misty eyes are for another

One who was my Christian brother

His reputation in the faith now soiled

By his later actions when to the world he recoiled

I speak of Van Gogh of painting fame

Whose journey from minister to the insane

His ministry by the establishment rebuffed

He downhearted had had enough

And so his life of art , excess, and pain

Is how most now remember his name

Although he was like all men flawed

I know his work was seen by God


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Polychrome Zone

Image credit Pobble365

Welcome to the polychrome zone

Where mat white has no home

Monotone spaces are eschewed

All our surfaces are spray paint imbued

Please feel free to leave your tag

No New Roman printing is the only snag

Welcome to the polychrome zone

Please share a photo on your phone


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Photo Challenge #378

By An Eye Captured

Young Woman in Brown Apron Sketching on White Cardboard
Cottonbro at Pexels

By an eye captured

By a hand adorned

With each little brushstroke

The image is formed

Is it an expression

Of its subject true?

Is that really what art’s meant to do?

Is it the spirit of the thing that’s at play?

No!

It’s that the soul of the artist that sees it that way


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