Cat Watching

I tried out a new paint program (new for me) called Seashore. I like it. Of course my work is awful but I think I will practice more using Seashore and hopefully improve on my tablet work. There is just something so awkward about it that I can't seem to overcome. Anyway here is the outcome of today's work and an old poem that I wrote way back in the 80's.

The air smells like wood smoke

And crisp frost

And you walk

Along the way

Singing hopeful songs

And you

Trod on each

Fallen leaf

In your pathway.

And my black cat

Laughs at you

When he sees you

Scuffing along

As if you lost

Your way

In the evening

Of your life.

Do you look

To the night

Or is there

Somewhere else

You want to go?

Does your heart

Leap

With joy

At the greyness

Coming soon?

You walk

Into the wall of fog

Still singing

Still hoping

And the

Autumn leaves

Trail along

Behind you

In the breeze.

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Pen tablet, animations. . . and Tunguska

Well, I have been trying to re-learn drawing, using a Bamboo pen tablet. It is not easy but it sure is fun. Using "Paintbrush" and the tablet this is what I accomplished today. Please do not laugh too loudly as my feelings are easily hurt. Eventually, I hope to be able to draw some of my famous dragons using these tools (well maybe not the "Paintbrush" application). I will try out a few other applications to see how they work.

I have also been learning how to do simple animations with the "Stykz" program as I intend to teach it to my third through fifth grade students. Also I am learning the "Pencil" animation program which is a little more complicated but I think my students can learn that one also.

So, I have been working on these projects all the while listening to this delightful album, all the way from Russia:
Tunguska Chillout Grooves vol. 4 by the Tunguska Electronic Music Society.

Vermeer -
Kitchen Maid




















We never needed to be the same
As members of the human race
I never needed to think like you
to walk or talk the way you do
I was always compelled
to go my way
to dream my dream and
say my say.


I could be a bush
and you
a tree
I a mountain
you
the sea
I may reach for a star
and you
for the moon
I sing a song
and you
dance to a tune.


We are the same
though
for in the end...
your bones rest on the hill And
My dust sails in the wind.

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