Sunday, September 30, 2012

Busy Lately

I've been busy lately, on matters non-art.  Here are a few old drawings:

"Vernon Lee" after Sargent


Monday, September 24, 2012

Skies and Sketches

A fairytale sky

Pink and blue pearly sky behind tree tracery...

Me.  Awhile back.

Landmarks of the face, after Goldfinger's Human Anatomy

After Sargeant

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Hummingbirds, Backyard, & Kipling

N has been working on the backyard and it looks so much better!  I know it looks pretty ordinary, but it used to look like a cross between an overgrown jungle and a junkyard.  I should have taken a before picture, but I didn't want to break my camera --- ha!

anyway, he has hung an old hummingbird feeder which he resurrected from the garage somewhere and filled it with sugar water, and we have had a couple of hummingbirds coming to it the past few days.  I would like to take some pix of them, but don't have the time or patience to wait til they show up, and trying to take their pic when they do show up doesn't work very well ---- by the time I get my camera, they have zipped away.

The hummingbird feeder is hanging down from a high tree branch on a long rope.

And here is the next thing to get cleaned up --- the shed in the corner.  Looks fine from the outside, but I'm afraid it's a whited sepulchre within --- ha!   It is cluttered up with a ton of stuff we haven't used in years.  I'd go take a "before" pic of the inside, but I'm afraid of spiders and other things!  I plan to let N venture in and pull things out first.... then I'll help him decide what to keep and what to toss, etc.

the evening sky was so pretty tonight; it was glowing over the edge of our fence; but the camera simply can't capture that kind of light.  At least my camera can't   :)

Our lime tree is covered with limes.


Have you ever read this poem by Rudyard Kipling?  For some reason I was thinking of it today:


When earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died

We shall rest, and, faith! we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
Til the Master of All Good Workmen
Sets us to work anew.

Then those that were good shall be happy
They shall sit in a golden chair
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas
With brushes of comets' hair.

They shall find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul.
They shall work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.

And only the Master shall praise us
And only the Master shall blame
And no one will work for money
And no one will work for fame

But each for the joy of the working
And each in his separate star
Shall draw the Thing As He Sees It
For the God of Things As They Are.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Henry the Teapot

Here is my latest "teapot people" print.  Poor Henry.  Can you relate?  :)

for sale in JoyceAlice2 shop (yellow bee icon on right side of blog)  > > > > > > >

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Thursday, September 6, 2012

archy & mehitabel

warty bliggens the toad

i met a toad
the other day by the name 
of warty bliggens
he was sitting under
a toadstool
feeling contented
he explained that when the cosmos
was created
that toadstool was especially
planned for his personal
shelter from sun and rain
thought out and prepared
for him

do not tell me
said warty bliggens
that there is not a purpose
in the universe
the thought is blasphemy

a little more
conversation revealed
that warty bliggens
considers himself to be
the center of the said 
the earth exists
to grow toadstools for him 
to sit under
the sun to give him light
by day and the moon 
and wheeling constellations
to make beautiful
the night for the sake of
warty bliggens

to what act of yours
do you impute
this interest on the part
of the creator
of the universe
i asked him
why is it that you
are so greatly favored

ask rather
said warty bliggens
what the universe
has done to deserve me
if i were a 
human being i would
not laugh
too complacently
at poor warty bliggens
for similar
have only too often
lodged in the crinkles
of the human cerebrum

the lesson of the moth

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to 
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

dear archy

you are the only cockroach
i ve ever written to
usually i just squash
roaches if i can
as quick as i can
but of course you are
no ordinary cockroach
the next moth i see
i will tell it to be
an artist
be an artist wherever and
it can
then it will be a part of beauty
and not get burned either
draw the fire
paint the fire
write a fire poem
or cook a magical meal
and eat it by candlelight
sing a song of
leaping orangey flame
carve a dragon candlestick
shape a clay dragon with
open maw for flames
to shoot out of
write a story about the fire
boring routine can always
be enlivened if you can
use your
                                joyce alice

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Old Pastel Drawings

N has been kicking up a fuss about the state of the spare room, where I put everything about a month ago when I cleared up my studio.  So I've been clearing it out.  Unearthed some old pastel drawings I'd forgotten I even did --- ha!  here is one, a study after Daniel Greene:

The eye is crooked and that indigo blue in the background sets my teeth on edge!  :)

And another one of my younger nephew J:  I kind of like this one, although it reminds me of somebody other than J, but can't think who.   :)