Late

Memories (where is my heart?)

Enough (calm)

Inspiration: Ana Blandiana poetry:

Vase with daisies
On a white table
Where I write more free as I am.
Around
Hay scent
That corrupts me to a sleep
Which drips perhaps a word...

Foggy

Do you remember the Beach?

Fierce

I was inspired by the poem "Once the trees had eyes" by Ana Blandiana:
The translation is perfectible...
I am not sure if I am in the topic of the week...

























" Once the trees had eyes,
I can swear,
I know for sure
I could see when I was a tree,
I remember I was amazed at the birds' odd wings
Passing in front of me,
But if the birds guessed
My eyes,
I do not remember that.
In vain I am looking for the trees' eyes now,
I may not see them
As I am not a tree anymore,
Or they may have climbed down the roots
Into the ground,
Or maybe,
Who knows,
It was only an illusion
And the trees were blind from the very beginning...
But why then
Whenever I pass close to them
I can feel them
Watching me
In a familiar way,
Why, when rustling and blinking
From their thousands of eyelids,
I feel like shouting -
What have you seen?... "

Hoard

She hoards something, maybe the earth's energy, maybe the light's energy...

Worry

Seed

Wrinkles

Primitive flying

A (very) mixed media.
Anyway, please say with me: " spring, flowers, flying..."

Fail

The problem I had with the sparrows last week,
was studied by a specialist who advised me
to put many colorful ribbons in the tree in order
to scare them.
The experiment failed. The sparrows continued
to eat the blossoms.

Save (my cherry tree)!

My cherry tree was assaulted from the sparrows.
All the blossoms have been destroyed.
Save the sparrows or save the cherries, this is the question!
Both, I think...

Homage (to the ACTOR)

It is a homage dedicated to all the artists who can help us get back to childhood...
Se dedica Actorului MIHAI MALAIMARE!

Pet peeves

Heavy

What is heavy here? The time...maybe...

Garden

Leap (over the table)

Theory (Cai verzi pe pereti)

"Green horses on the wall" it is a theory about dreaming with open eyes...

Blanket

Tales and Legends * The Golden Stag

You can reed this legend HERE!

Plain (experiment)

Soar

Horizon

Happy Holydays, my friends!

Scale

Hats

Here I am, after 1 year and 53 posts on Illustration Friday! I learned a lot all this time. My intention is to stay faithful to IF even if all around are a lot of temptations. I love very much the atmosphere of this place and I am glad to have met a lot of interesting people!

Grow

Extremes

Open

The blues

Juggle

Wedding

Momentum

Visitors * Illustration Friday

Moon

Poem

Morning Elegy

by Ana Blandiana

First I promised to say nothing,
But later that morning
I saw you pass the gates with bagfuls of ash
Scattering them as you went as if sowing wheat.
Unable to contain myself, I shouted:
'What are you doing? What are you doing?
It is for you that I snowed over town, all night long,
It is for you that I have blanched all things,
All night long,
If only you knew how difficult it is to snow!'

Last night as I flew into space, you had fallen asleep.
It was dark out there and cold.
I flew all the way to the one place where,
Causing the suns to spin, vacuum snuffs them out,
And, still aching in this corner
To return and snow you over,
I watched, weighed and approved each tiny snowflake,
Saw each one mature, made glisten by my eyes.

Now, feverish, exhausted, sleep will take me
And as I watch you spread the ash of extinct fire
Over my immaculate white work, I smile and tell you:
Snowdrifts higher than these will succeed me
And will cover you with all the white in the world.
So heed this law now:
Gigantic snowdrifts will succeed us
And all your ash will not suffice.
Even the smallest baby will learn to snow
And the white will cover your vain attempts to deny it.
And the Earth will enter the whirl of planets,
A star glistening with snow.

Discovery (front & back views)

HUG A TREE

You've heard the phrase before, but have you ever taken a moment out of your day to do this? Although some trees, like people, are more huggable than others, they all need a hug now and again.
Here's How:
Find yourself a quiet park, forest, or woodland area.
Walk among the trees until you feel comfortable in their presence.
Feel the different bark textures with the palms of your hands.
Smell the scent of the various woods.
Absorb their life's energies as you look upwards to the sprawling branches overhead.
Find the perfect tree that fits your mood. You will know which one is right for you.
Tips:

Feel free to hug more than one tree if the mood strikes. Besides, other trees might get jealous.
You may like to take home a fallen leaf or nut as a keepsake from your new friend.
Be sure to return each season to visit your tree. And don't be afraid to talk to it as trees are good listeners.

Geeky

TWIST

Camouflage

Suit

This is the suit of
Lady Seven-Colors-Painter-Clown.