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Leopard

Drawn from a photograph, using pencil.

Drawn from a photograph, using pencil.

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January 8, 2009 Posted by | animals, Art, Cafe L'Arte, drawing, education, friends, illustrations, Jenny's Art, life, nature | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Guinea Pig

Viv's birthday card!

Viv's birthday card!

This one was done using the same process, i.e. drawing first then back-painting.  Except instead of using beads (as you can no doubt see!) I used multicolours of yarn and some hand-made tissue paper for him to sit on.  Oh, and a sequin to tuck behind his ear!

January 8, 2009 Posted by | animals, Art, Cafe L'Arte, drawing, events, family, friends, fun, illustrations, Jenny's Art, love, nature, painting | , , , , | 3 Comments

Royal Engineers

Taken from the Royal Engineers Regimental cap badge

Taken from the Royal Engineers Regimental cap badge

My Dad was a Warrant Officer in the Royal Engineers.  It was his birthday and I wanted something that represented his life.

Again, I pencil drew the design onto the card and back-painted where necessary, then added beads and used gold pen and black pen for the lettering.

He was immensely pleased with it and its now framed and on their living-room wall.  🙂

January 8, 2009 Posted by | Art, Cafe L'Arte, culture, drawing, events, family, friends, fun, illustrations, Jenny's Art, life, love, men, Parents and Children, personal | , , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

Angelfish

This was my first attempt at a bead collage card.

This was my first attempt at a bead collage card.

I basically pencil-drew the fish in outline, then back-painted each section so that white card wouldn’t show through inbetween the beads.  Then painstakingly (and it did hurt, until I had the bright idea of putting the card on top of a biscuit tin, which meant I didn’t have to bend over it so far!) stuck each bead, finishing off with the trailing fins and weed, made from wool yarn and the sand, made from multicoloured glitter.  Unfortunately, what didn’t show up in the scan, is that the whole thing is on pearlised card.

January 8, 2009 Posted by | animals, Art, Cafe L'Arte, drawing, Entertainment, events, family, friends, fun, illustrations, Jenny's Art, life, nature, painting | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

It doesn’t matter!

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It doesn’t matter!

 

Honest to God, son – it doesn’t matter!!

So you’re having the drumstick,

great,

enjoy!

There’s no need to correct me

as to whether I said

you would eat

the drumstick first …

or last …

There’s no rules to sweetie eating!

Honest to God, son – it doesn’t matter!!

So you’re wearing your coat,

with the hood taken off.

Its sunny – no worries!

There’s no need to correct me

as to whether I said

you could zip your sleeves

in, or take them off …

Its your coat and your choice!

 

Honest to God, son – it doesn’t matter!!

There are more things to worry on

than sweeties and coats

and more things to correct me on

when you’re older and wiser.

But for now .. let it go – and just trust that I know.

Jenny

January 8, 2009 Posted by | Cafe Literati, culture, education, Entertainment, family, friends, fun, God in our life, health, humor, Jenny's Poetry, life, love, men, Parents and Children, personal, psychology, women | , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

I’m sorry, Mr Blonde

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I’m sorry, Mr Blonde

 

 

“Oh no!  Not you!”

and as the words form in my head

I know how ridiculous they sound.

For if I didn’t want it to be you,

why set the trap in the first place?

 .

I guess, I just expected

you to be cleverer than that.

Mr Blonde.

 .

I’ve watched you run down the cable

from ceiling to floor

countless times.

 .

I’ve watched you, brazen

as you scan the computer desk for crisps

wash your whiskers and sit on the phone.

 .

I’ve known you were in the bin

as the dog stands, staring,

not quite believing what he’s seeing.

 .

I’ve found you, red handed,

at night time.  Flattened against the wall

in the bird cage.  Little blonde mouse-shaped cuttlefish.

 .

I guess I thought you were cleverer than that.

Being bested by the lure of peanut butter.

Small blonde body broken in the trap.

I’m so sorry.

Jenny

January 8, 2009 Posted by | animals, Cafe L'Arte, Cafe Literati, death, family, friends, Jenny's Poetry, life, literature, love, nature, personal, poetry, psychology | , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Love (1)

  I wrote the following poem some years ago and posted it anonymously on a friend’s blog. He still doesn’t know it was me, but he hoiked it out of the comments box and gave it a post of its own. What alarmed me at the time was the fact that he added a very graphic picture of a young woman who had self harmed by slashing at her arms; the poem was not meant to be about this issue at all but at a subconscious level my friend had picked up certain of my history that meant this was one of the ways he interpretted the poem. I was both impressed and horrified and I never owned up to him! 

In some ways it was intended to be more like John Donne or one of the other metaphysical poets who wrote about the way divine love shaped us, but it came out quite differently.

I feel rather naked about sharing the background to the poem; it somehow makes the whole thing rather more personal….

Love (1)

 

Love wounds us.

Like tribal scars,

Love marks us,

Shows us as new

Initiated beings.

Parallel slashes

Of raised scar tissue

Label us as different.

Love hurts us:

The brief bold cut

Dripping hot blood

Shows us changed,

Reinvented daily.

Only those who share

Our pattern of scarring

Can see and know

The person we have become,

Or see the beauty and power

Of those indelible wounds,

Invisible to those untouched

By Love’s kind blade.

by Viv

January 8, 2009 Posted by | death, God in our life, health, life, love, personal, poetry, psychology, religion, Viv's Poetry, writing | , , , , , , | 7 Comments

Bubble Boy – 3 –

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Bubble Boy - 3 -

(Original German Version)

(Bubble Boy – 1 -) (Bubble Boy – 2 -)

And when you looked even closer, you could recognise that this strange thing was alive, and that it was, in fact, a tiny little boy.

And that this little boy even looked quite like the old man, even if he was so much smaller, having to fit, obviously, within the bubble!

But perhaps the likeness came only from the clothes. Like the old man he wore the long red Zipfelmuetze on his head and well, he was dressed in red and blue too, but exactly the opposite of the old man, As if they had sewn his jacket from the leftovers of the old man´s trousers, and his trousers from the  leftovers of the old man´s jacket.

And like him, he was barefoot.

The little boy stood in his bubble, with his hands and feet pressed against the thin, transparent surface. His eyes and his mouth were wide open, as if he didn´t understand at all what was happening to him. Locked in his shimmering cage,  floating high above the earth, climbing towards the sky: who could understand indeed!?

As he suddenly realised his awful plight  – the bubble could burst at any moment  and he would fall down from the sky – he got terribly scared and started to shout:

„Help, help!”

But nobody and nothing around could hear the screams of the little boy, neither the old man, nor the sun, nor the mountains, and not even the wind. All went on living like they always did, in the eternal rightness of their neverchanging world, in which it proved impossible to notice that on that very special day, something very special had happened indeed

(next instalment on Monday 12th January 2009)

By Miki

January 8, 2009 Posted by | Art, books, Cafe L'Arte, Cafe Literati, illustrations, Miki's Paintings, Miki's Tale Bubble Boy, writing | , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments