This is a video I made for today’s Daily Create:
Create a short, beautiful video featuring moving water (fountain, river, etc.) Add music.
November 12, 2013
All posts by Sandy Brown Jensen
Magic Solstice Tree
Magic Tree, Watercolor by Cheryl R. Long
In a clearing not far from here,
a tree shimmers and draws
tendrils of thought
into its constant making.
You may braid a world
into being inside its thousand
lights. Find it in the old
growth forest that roots
itself in your ten toes,
explodes stars through fingertips,
eyes, your hair lacing leaves,
little lights to the solstice sky.
Sandy Brown Jensen
Fields of Lake Cle Elum Gold
October 24, 2013 found me visiting Seattle to go to a conference. I came a day early so Cheryl and I would have an Art Play Day–and what a day it was! We planned for one destination, but as the sun got lower in the sky, we instead stopped in the surreal basin of the lowered reservoir.
I loved the strong bones of this place, awash in shadows and sun, drenched with the colors of the changing season,
I put my photos into a slide show to the music of the immortal Eva Cassidy, “Fields of Gold.”
http://vimeo.com/77906325
Kandinsky’s Excuse
Kandinsky, his cows and his maid,
a mere excuse for cobalt blue bleeding
to green gold,
foiled by white with new gamboge spots.
Yellow spots, outrageous on a cow as any red headed country girl knows.
Is that a sap green sea or is it a ship about to set sail into
a ochre sky?
“Painting en Plein Air”: Let the Poetry Begin!
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| Nightfall View From a Kayak, Watercolor by Cheryl R. Long |
Painting en Plein Air
My turquoise tangerine
washes cerise chartreuse
in the frangible
orange
new gamboge
light
of the pear-shaped afternoon.
–Sandy Brown Jensen
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Welcome!
Inspired by +Beth Camp, who is doing the October One Poem a Day
Writing Month, I am teaching a creative writing class in poetry
Winter 2014 for Lane Community College, so I am beginning to blog
more poetry to get back into practice.
I follow a website called The Daily Create, and today the creative
challenge is:
“Find a website with descriptive names for colors; write a story
or poem using at least 5 of those names.”
My poem is drawn from looking at my sister +Cheryl Renee Long's
favorite painting practice, which is outdoors--a practice
called painting en plein air.
She and I both love a color called New Gamboge, which looks
like this:
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| New Gamboge |
You can see her effective use of it in the painting above,
"Nightfall View From a Kayak."
Where We Come From
Today’s Daily Create assignment is:
Where did you come from? Create an image showing your family origins, ethnic heritage, etc.
October 15, 2012. I chose a Gary Snyder quote to accompany the image I made using the Paper 53 app for iPad: “Mountains and rivers without end ” to represent all of the Washington/Oregon Cascadia where our family comes from.
Internet Flow
Today’s Daily Create
Draw the Internet! 12 Oct 2013
Give us an illustration of what the Internet looks like you.
Created with Flowpaper.
At first I tried a random network scribble drawing, but that didn’t express my sense of the Internet with all its major hubs. Flowpaper provides a geat sense of visual complexity.
Tatoosh Range: Watercolor series fall 2013
In Pacific Northwest the fall colors are often soft shades of gray, blue and inky darks. These paintings are available at www.CherylRLong.com.
I viewed the Tatoosh Range from the hiking trails above Paradise Lodge, Mt. Rainier. WA. Sandy and I watched dense white clouds rolled, in knowing that a massive thunder and lightning storm was predicted. With a careful eye on the sky, we stayed up in the blooming mountain meadows until the last possible minute. As the first rain threatened we scurried on down the trail to the warmth and safety of Paradise lodge, and a before dinner toast to the day.
Silver Lake With Canada Geese
I will remember Silver Lake this way, with the morning mist and the Canada Geese. But the same day at the other extreme…paddling though acres
of crispy curling lily pads.
Silver Mist Man
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I stayed recently at the Silver Lake Resort in Washington State at the foot of Mt. St. Helen. The morning lake was misty and glassy, but the anglers were standing around drinking coffee and getting to go out after the big bass anyway.
This lone figure out at the end of the dock seemed to me to be from that liminal space between dream and waking where I feel one foot in each world.
