This Blog contains my Artwork created and introduced to the world with poetry/ short stories or dialogue from myself. I may also at times Introduce a piece with words from and/or dedicated to another.
|Posted on 28 December, 2019 at 17:25||comments (0)|
|Posted on 14 December, 2019 at 8:25||comments (0)|
Green Dragon Story
Strong Membranous Skin,
Long elongated bones stretch,
In the moon lit sky
He sours, Unchallenged,
Roaming across the plaines,
searching near and far,
over the wooded valleys and meadows
past flowing rivers and glittering seas..
He pauses, with wonder,
the unstoppable rythm of motherearth,
The admiration for the Green man on Earth
of Life breathing underneath him.
Our Green Dragon continues his search.......
Green Dragon Series
Oil on Canvas
"Green Dragon I"
Oil on Canvas
20" x 39"
|Posted on 14 December, 2019 at 8:15||comments (0)|
“A picture is a poem without words”, Horace.
When i read this quote first, i loved it. it felt right, true, but since ive looked at my art knowing the stories or words or meanings in my heart or head, it gives depth of emotion to the images we see. That feeling or knowledge now drives me sometimes to write words, poetry, or the canvases story which sometimes is a part of the artists story....
|Posted on 7 July, 2019 at 7:25||comments (0)|
When I looked up and saw your shape,
Emerging from the marshmallow land.
The glee in my heart took flight to escape,
And My body reaches out to touch with hand.
As if you were here, physically real,
And not a trick or play of the mind.
Such hope is stirred,
And a seed is sown.
You are photographed,
So I am no clown.
The land beyond the here and now,
The mind unconscious roams afar,
Where the heart is supported at flow,
The spirit free to feed and roar,
And we dream a sweet dream...
To be fed in life,
A whole and balanced meal.
Fear cut with a knife,
Clearing a path so real,
Allowing an eagle flight to destiny.....
To Trust in our inner selves,
The hardest part to play.
To love unconditionally delves,
A connection to Gaea.
The truth leading us home.....
This was a painting inspired by the unedited photo you see below, caught in west Cork.
I love seeing shapes within or faces in items,
sometimes wee messages travel with
to enlighten ones spirit,
and in All....Showing the connection to all.....
Looking forward to the next painting and the journey within.....
Thankyou for reading
|Posted on 14 January, 2017 at 16:25||comments (1)|
A creature of strength and power,
a graceful being both day and night,
blossoming with time like a flower,
always ready to take flight.
An animal with a proud stance,
a symbol of love and kindness portrayed,
spreading peace with one glance,
so unconceivable to be betrayed.
In the past and the present,
through this world and another,
the recycling of life is transcend,
as autumn grows a new antler.
From beyond the fertile Cernunnos,
waving wisdom and nobility as a flag,
Motherearth allows and answers generous,
for within nature stands the Stag.
My second writing of the year. Slowly regaining my vocabulary, a bizarre feeling to be trusting the mind through the pen with words again, a world I had not journeyed in some time., certainly out of practice, however I am enjoying my time with pen and paper, however hard it is at times to be within that moment, undisturbed, as we live in a world where time tables rush us forward, where our minds are lead to concentrate on things not of the present, some unworthy of the thought space, most are past tense or future, searching for that path, one which needs no seeking.
Thankyou for your patience as I reroot and grow my mind to the world of words.
|Posted on 2 January, 2017 at 13:40||comments (2)|
The Windows of the soul
such large brown circles hold,
within a black and white shell
and a heart of pure gold.
Laughter and happiness on four paws,
Loved unconditionally to his pink core.
A teacher of patience and life's laws
while time evades, stands a cure.
In my heart and hands he trusts,
as his health falters and descends
but one true thing still bursts,
Memories allowing loves ascend.
by Ciara Curtin.
New Years day I surrendered to the sketchbook and completed a Drawing of Snoopy, a pet that has left this physical plane but not my heart. As my first post I only saw it right to be of one being who has truly inspired and been a specalular teacher.
Forgive my first attempt back at writing, i am somewhat Rusty...
I hope you enjoy.