Goddesses of Summer and Autumn |
I don't think I ever posted these drawings completed a year ago here, but with the seasons in the midst of their mesmerizing tango, moving gracefully from summer to fall, now is as good a time as any, yes?
Last summer, I took a portrait drawing class online with Suzi Blu and it was nothing short of amazing for me. The class was called 'The Goddess and the Poet' and it reawakened something within that had long been silenced but had begun to scritch and scratch and niggle its way back into my awareness. Suzi's class came at the perfect time – I was ready to reopen a door that I'd shut many long years before but had little idea how to go about it. The urge to pick up pencils and draw once again had been pulling and tugging at me for awhile. I've always been fascinated with faces but felt that I lacked the skills to properly draw them.
I blogged about the class at the time. My grandmother had recently passed away and Suzi's class was just the kick in the pants I needed to get back to art-making. And poetry, too? Had the sky just opened and rained sparkly juju down uponst my dumbstruck self? How did Suzi know?? Hmm...
Suffice it to say that I loved it. I was drawing faces night and day. I was holding pencils in my hand and making marks on paper – and they weren't half bad. Wow.
In the photo above, the faces were drawn in a sketchbook, torn out and placed in a journal before embellishing with layers of color and texture.
A Suzi class is enlightening, thorough and just fun. You can find one at Suzi Blu's Les Petite Academy.
I'll leave you with another drawing (and a poem) from the class:
Gypsy Moon |
she dances with Venus
under a dark Gypsy sky
&stars tumble
they spill from her lips––
sapphire offerings
glittering in dusty corners:
under a dark Gypsy sky
&stars tumble
they spill from her lips––
sapphire offerings
glittering in dusty corners:
gather your dreams
like lost children
from the far places
like lost children
from the far places
draw write paint
dance sing
the magick of Self
the magick of Self
weep
&laugh
&remember...
she turns, hums
floats on a whisper
kisses the Gypsy Moon––
eclipses the Moon
&stars tumble
&remember...
she turns, hums
floats on a whisper
kisses the Gypsy Moon––
eclipses the Moon
&stars tumble
© Deborah Gilchrist
Awesome. I love the gypsy, she is beautiful. I'm not much of a poet. I just started paying attention to poetry on these pages when I met Rebecca of recuerdo mi corazon, her haiku and the artists she associates with. I read it over and over. I like it. I can gather a few references out of the words, but i really do believe the writer is the only one that really knows wehat is meant by each line, each word.
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Peace.
wonderful!!!
ReplyDeleteShe is just incredible, Deb.
ReplyDeleteFilled with magical mystery
Joe, I'm glad you like Ms. Gypsy. I am especially fond of her, too. As for poetry, my personal feeling is that a little bit of mystery is a good thing – it leaves something for the reader to ponder, and to perhaps take away from it his or her own personal meaning.
ReplyDeleteapinkdreamer, thank you.
Carol, she was drawn from heart and soul, and I'm glad others can feel her magic. :) She's almost child-like, yet knowing...
Thanks so much to each of you for visiting.
~Deb
Beautiful
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