Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Lyons Community Flood Shrine

On Saturday, October 26, a group of artists started the Lyons Community Flood Shrine next to the Lyons Fork restaurant.

I'll be posting images over the next few days.








Saturday, October 19, 2013

What Does the White Dog Say?

Lyons Depot Library, Art-4-Art, Artist Trading Cards, Barbedwire Books, Longmont, Colorado, 3 to 4:30 p.m.

My first attempt at Blobimals based on the book, "Drawing and Painting Imaginary Animals," by Carla Sonheim.

Here is first color:



Here is the adding of one eye after outlining the second color with orange and painting the background blue.


"What is the one thing that you have learned after the flood?"

"Security is not as important as I once thought."


"Always fill up your gas tank before it's half empty."


"Don't take anything for granted."


"Store pictures and precious things upstairs or at least on top shelves."


"Keep flashlights and batteries handy."


"Do it when you think about it (like test your generator before you need it)."


"Get a phone that plugs in to a jack (one that works without electricity)."


"Have a bag packed and ready to go at all times."


"Know where your important papers are and keep insurance policies handy."


"If you're alive, count yourself as one of the lucky ones."

Saturday, October 12, 2013

River of Stones

My ATC's for September 2013, cancelled due to unprecedented flooding in Lyons, Colorado, on September 11, 2013. The background was painted by Sandra (Sheronah) Leamele who gave the painting (before she moved away from Lyons ) to Loretta Milburn who gave it to me. I added the river of stones and some purple magic.

River of Stones (before cutting and enhancing)


THE MAZE WAS NOT AMUSING

free as a dark wind
floating mermaid
with a silvery past
copper emblazoned body
catching rainbow light--
a jeweled pallet
in shades of purple magic

lured by musical waters
perfumed by leaf
before the storm intruder
became a wild-west beast
raging through the night

This was no ordinary wolf morbidly masquerading as aqua vitae

nor a chronically serious underground clockwork angel

hiding inky treasure


facing into the  abyss now filled with melancholic memory

this madly swimming oceanic mother of our town's river twins

takes shelter beneath the poison tree