Bird of Paradise plant, art and photgraphy

I took the photo at the Belle Isle conservatory and then "painted" the picture with pigment markers (Faber Castell PITT artist brush pens). Click images to view larger. (I also photographed some of the leaves in another photo.)

process

The second, or lower picture was the "original" for this smudge painting--it came
from a photograph, but I don't know where the original original is.

See variations below.

Everyone We Love

Everyone We Love, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. For Jim Doran. The sad fact is that everyone we love will die--including ourselves. WAHN! ;-(

I've been working on this off and one for a week. The original is 3 x 4 inches. (Moleskine size and smaller). It may be done now, but I'm not sure, probably not quite.

It came from an accident where I inadvertently printed a DAISY on the instructions brochure for the paper which had gotten put into the printer with the paper by mistake. The third image is one where I attempted to put back the original daisies--it is called "Pushing up daisies, but I don't like it; it's too messy looking and hard to distinguish.



































The second image is a scan of the original picture, which was done with markers over the top of daisy on the how-to brochure. If you look closely, you can still see the daisy underneath. You can click on it to see it bigger--remember, the original size was very small. On the third iamge, I attempted to add the daisy back in, and called it "Pushing Up Daisies," but I don't like it because it looks messy and is hard to decipher.

Water Media Class

I am taking my second-ever water media class at the war memorial. The first class was today. I had fun. You can see the unfinished piece that I was working on. My good friend Mick would probably tell me it was a "tired" subject, by which he means a cliche. But I like it and was enjoying working on it---nice shapes and opportunity to practice techniques I am learning.
And many nonartist friends are happy to receive such "cliches" as gifts. (Charlie Myers, the teacher, took the picture of me after almost everyone else had left.)