Showing posts with label colors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label colors. Show all posts
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 23, 2009
play-book
This is a drawing from my Play-Book. ( have play also with photobucket's tools).
My Play book is were I experement with ideas. I draw, I change colors and usually I destroy the painting , but is a free place and I like it.
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Mar 21, 2009
uphill
During one of those days, I always remember The Smurfs.
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- Is it much further Papa Smurf?
- Not much further my little smurfs.
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(After some time )
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- Is it much further Papa Smurf?
- Not much further my little smurfs.
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Mar 7, 2009
flight of stairs
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flight of stairs : designed to bridge a large vertical distance
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image : mine :)
Feb 6, 2009
blogiversary
It’s been one year since my first blog entry. I signed Blogger, without thinking a lot because if I had ponder on that a lot about my writing skills or the worth of the things I wanted to write about , I wouldn’t have done it.
A good friend was telling me “keep writing” and after a long time , or when it was the right time I thought to five it a try. So I started writing what I was overhearing from the talks between the horse and the moon.
This blog , has become an important part of me. It feels home, I tried to make it home and I have a great time here.
And today I open my home, to share with you, a glass of wine and to tell you a big “Thank you”
Thank you for riding with me.
Feb 3, 2009
Jan 31, 2009
Jan 26, 2009
Jan 25, 2009
Jan 22, 2009
in a whirl
If you lose your horse, do not run after it;
It will come back of its own accord. *
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* Wilhelm/Barnes - I Ching 38.1
Jan 21, 2009
Jan 11, 2009
Jan 10, 2009
Jan 9, 2009
new pencils
While testing my new pencils, in my mind I was hearing something I had read.
When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college - that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, "You mean they forget?"
~Howard Ikemoto
Yes, as we grow up, we forget.
Jan 6, 2009
people
Must have been ages since I last used wax crayons. Don’t want to count the years. Yesterday I should have been somewhere else. My friends wanted to see me, but I wasn’t in that mood. Instead of that , I choose to play with my watercolor pencils and wax crayons. Some weeks ago I bought them and till yesterday the box was closed. I colored a mandala I had printed and after finished it I wanted to test the crayons. What you see in the image above is what came up from it. Nothings special but I like those people – silhouettes
Different people. Great and small, like the ones livings inside us. People that can create good things or bad. People that are born to be leaders or followers. Different people, living in the same soul.
This reminds me of the hexagram 7 from the Book of Changes (Yi Jing) , The Army. Wilhelm’s translation says :
The army.
The army needs perseverance
And a strong man.
Good fortune without blame.
AN ARMY is a mass that needs organization in order to become a fighting force. Without strict discipline nothing can be accomplished, but this discipline must not be achieved by force. It requires a strong man who captures the hearts of the people and awakens their enthusiasm.
This is what an army needs. A strong General. To organize it, to make the rules and wisely assign each soldier to the proper position.
Well, what I was saying ???
Oh, yes, that the picture above is what it came up while I was testing my new wax crayons.
Jan 5, 2009
dancers in black
My first mandala.
It begun as a colorful one.
But then, dancers in black appeared.
No, they don't celebrate.
They just dance...
Oct 11, 2008
ghosts
Be careful of the ghosts
still living in this city.
They might confuse you
and tell you that its me.
still living in this city.
They might confuse you
and tell you that its me.
Oct 4, 2008
frame-work
Oct 2, 2008
Sep 28, 2008
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