Thursday, January 9, 2014

Dawn

"Dawn"

Soft pastels on paper

“Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.”
- Rene Daumal

i wanted capture here the fairy tale atmosphere, the legend from long long time ago when dragon fly in sky and knights was fighting for love of princes.

And next i want to share with you the same work, but it is a bit manipulated on mobile..

"Dawn"

Photomanipulation of paintig on mobile.

When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It ‘s time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That frightened but an hour.

Emily Dickinson

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Last leaf and alien

"Last leaf and alien"

Watercolors on paper.

Fall is such a magical time and sometimes i am actually wondering what happened in nature when there is only few last leaf left on trees? Its such a wonderufl time..
Do you see here in the middle two last leaf and on both side create cute face of.A... ghh! I am not sure who that may be. and as always in my almost abstract work lots of details! perhaps you fing a new faces and stories there!!

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Dreams in watercolors...

"Dreamy Autumn"

Watercolors on paper.

Cold blows the Autumn wind and drear,
From out the lowering west;
Low wail the crimson leaves and sere
As if they longed for rest.

Upon my heart they seem to fall,
And stay its joyful tone,
Awaking there a plaintive call--
The echo of their own.

O forest leaves, from yonder trees
Borne upon languid wing,
You hear not in the wandering breeze
The whisper of the Spring.

While far beyond the sky's dark cloud,
I know the stars shine clear,
And that beneath the Autumn shroud
Awaits the future year.

Cold blows the Autumn wind and drear,
From out the lowering west;
Low wail the crimson leaves and sere
As if they longed for rest.

Upon my heart they seem to fall,
And stay its joyful tone,
Awaking there a plaintive call--
The echo of their own.

O forest leaves, from yonder trees
Borne upon languid wing,
You hear not in the wandering breeze
The whisper of the Spring.

While far beyond the sky's dark cloud,
I know the stars shine clear,
And that beneath the Autumn shroud
Awaits the future year.

"Cold blows the Autumn wind and drear,
From out the lowering west;
Low wail the crimson leaves and sere
As if they longed for rest.

Upon my heart they seem to fall,
And stay its joyful tone,
Awaking there a plaintive call--
The echo of their own.

O forest leaves, from yonder trees
Borne upon languid wing,
You hear not in the wandering breeze
The whisper of the Spring.

While far beyond the sky's dark cloud,
I know the stars shine clear,
And that beneath the Autumn shroud
Awaits the future year."

An Autumn Song by: Mary Morgan

"Blood red storm"

watercolors on paper .

"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky."
-Rabindranath Tagore

"Reflection of last summer"

Watercolors on paper.

Remains from last summer still hunting in memory and bring comfort in this cold autumn!

"Darkness lands on the sea"

watercolors on paper

Sometimes i just love to capture this kind sea mood in my paintings that bring lots of emotions in light and colors play!

Hope you enjoyed this small post.

Monday, January 6, 2014