Aware within sleep … aware of the wrangle jangle jar of alarm …
Category: The Searching Eye
Verse for a Vertebra
A back-roast, many decades ago, yielded a magnificent form to which I thought I only needed to add some scratch lines and a little ink to ease the butcher’s blind and brilliantly brutal chop, and heighten tone.
September Word
Always an unseen late summer word waiting on the pull-rope slippery as a winter mitt and sock
Fillière © 2017
A Rumour of Humour
Blue Chip Humour like blue-chip anything loves/thrives on brevity and clarity. And if you love / own dogs the following drawing is so droll and true to their least hello.
“Hi, I’m Scott and you are …?
Blue Chip Humour ll.
Below is Mark Twain’s “Celebrated Jumping Frog”. (You can look it up in Wikipedia if you’re unfamiliar with the hilarious tale).
I fancy Mark Twain would have been pretty delighted with this visual interpretation of the tampered-with critter as a connect-the-dots, connect-with-the-lead-shots response, that put an end to its owner’s outrageous brags and bets on its jumping capacities.
Scott Fillier © 2017
Portrait as Poem
The watercolour is recent, June 2017.
Deep, Deep
Deep, deep how deep can we go and whom do we know whom we know we think …
(We start out with such endearing presences, and can’t figure out how we lose that charm).
Boat Figure
This figure, is simply a Boat Figure, in transit, and no matter the where, the way.
A Thorny Patch of Love-Prick Rose
In its Shakespearean Gardens, Stratford, Ontario there’s a striking sculpture of The Bard. I had tried to make a watercolour of it which failed miserably, until I attempted a correction with pastel, whereupon it suddenly came alive. This is a tale of that process.
Great-grandmother Figure
Was she not all coals on slow internal burn / anxiety manifest in her taut and treeless yard, an outright exile in her own potato patch …
Skylight x 4
Skylight, how ready with lavenders, greys, blues, and almond touch of sun
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