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Melted Crayon Art
One of the hottest (no pun intended) craft trends this year is melted crayon art: mounting crayons with a hot glue gun to an appropriate surface (canvas, foam core, poster board, etc.) and melting them with a heat gun or hair dryer to create colorful explosions and waxy textured goodness.. After seeing these works all over Etsy and Instructables, I just had to have a go at it.
My first attempt yielded some interesting results. I think the canvas I chose may have been a tad small, as the colors would look better with more negative space, but I rather like the texture. Click the images below for a closer view.
Colored pencil and ink drawing of a hindu mythology vampire
Picasso’s Mistress Swims in Paint
She looks young,
Sad. I imagine the room
She rests her arms
Over a book and mourns.
She is blue, after all.
She wears a bracelet.
How does he
Create this colour?
The blue in contrast,
Directly, with yellow;
Sky to sun
Sadness to sunshine
Cowardice to wishes
Cradle your head
Girl and weep.
Sometimes that is
All there is
To be done.
A blizzard of thoughts fill my mind,
A dizzying snowglobe of unfinished fragments and underdeveloped ideas
I stand at the door to imagination, fumbling for the key,
Time and again, I fail
Until, finally, the lock turns
Do I open the door to my inner self?
Or do I stay here, frozen immobile by the cold winds of mediocrity?
With careless abandon, I throw the door open, and explore all the colors of my mind.
The white nothingness of “just being” fades…
It fades into a brilliant rainbow of all the mind has to offer.
I find MY color,
And experience the joy of pure imagination.
Tags: city life, Lights of the night, mike mooney, New Hampshire artist, oil pastels, worcester windows
Oil Pastels on paper.
The idea for this drawing popped into my head while trying to get to sleep one night last week. Laying still my mind was racing miles a minute, and then this image popped into my mind. That rat race, the grind, the city life I have left behind.
I had a lot of fun creating this and I plan on creating some more in the coming months.
This drawing will be hanging in the Theather Cafe down in Worcester, MA starting Dec. 1st along with a few other paintings/ drawings.
Great Mishapen Basket
there I am with my basket
Clutched tightly to my heart
Standing in the market square as bodies sway apart
Would they see if they stopped to stare
What im hiding what Im hiding
My love burns hot my cupboards bare
Inside of me inside of me
The tock does tick
As moments pass
And each one does offend me
Reflection stares that’s cold as glass
I wonder if he’ll send for me
What love to starve a maidens heart
And arms left undefended
My basket clutched against my heart
to silence the ways that I love him
tears that fall into the street
brand the dusty pavement
a breath that catches inside my breast
I wonder if he’ll save me
To love him not, the sands of time
Did not spin tight the earth
Deny the sweet of your caress
No sooner deny my birth
And so I hold against my heart
This great misshapen basket
So that it not fall apart
Another fool to grab it