Friday, 30 March 2018

Day 4/ We are our environment??

I done some drawings of people at work and me outside a pub. 
I've been thinking that the environment we live in everyday.  I feel we blend in to it.  Absorbed into a fabric or medium. 

I'm sure none of my ideas are new, and have probably been explored much better than I could ever do. 

I'm partly continuing with blogging my ideas and drawings etc because, I feel marginalized for a number of reasons one of which might be something to do with the pursuit of perfection instinct that seems to be in the world, maybe everyone to a greater or lesser extent.  For example religion, the arts, media so many ideologies that expound excellence.
I'm sure its a good thing.  But I wonder who and what gets left out and discarded, like me

But still I plod on, I think there can be pleasure in so many more things than we give credit and value too.

I've been drawing a few animals in their environments along side people in their work environments to help me contemplate what environment is.  Said environment quite a lot there.

I think generally, the immediate environment often goes unnoticed because we are too busy with life.  I think maybe in a similar way animals might be used to the medium of their environment, Dunno.  Just feels like the streets and city is a structure we disappear into.  I think because we are an integral part of it.  We make it function for us and use it for needs.
Maybe we are the environment. 

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Van Gogh portraits

Sz Icon

Sz Icon

St Dymhna as shaman

St Dymhna as shaman

A story by Izzy

Live Forever

Once upon a time, in a place far far away, there lived a beautiful and spirited woman, who was like a wild flower.

Her hair contained the most incredible dreams and wonderful magic spells, from the most beautiful parts of the earth and from the edges of the solar system.

The wind of the East fell deeply in love with her and played through her lovely locks, it became such that she could command the weather.

One day the wind spoke to the smoke of her cigarette and told it to cling to each and every strand of her beautiful hair.
The cigarette smoke obeyed the wind and saturated through everyone of the golden threads and began to decay from within.

The bright sunshine of her days began to grow dimmer and colder and she was dragged deep under ground and was sent to Whitchurch Castle in the clouds.

Here she battled tooth and nail with demons and dragons. Spoke with angels and had untold adventures with good and evil.

The beautiful dreams that dwelt in her hair, turned into terrifying nightmares.

She went to the well to wash her hair, but the water would not cleanse or renew it. The sun refused to shine upon it and the saddest of all, the wind no longer wanted to play with it.

So the young woman by this time, had become a princess, scraped back her beloved hair into a ponytail and the gold sunshine began to grow out, taking her dreams and magic spells with it.

The Castle keepers were worried about her and so gave her a magic potion to rid the evil smoke that had claim of her hair.
An eternity came and went and she grew older.

One clear day the smoke had finally gone once and for all.

She was banished from the kingdom of Whitchurch and was now expected to toil the fields with the good men and women of the outside world.

She was now mortal and pined for the Easterly wind to play with her again, but he no longer loved her.

One cold morning, she had an idea to attract him back to her, so she sat at her mirror and plaited her hair into strands and put coloured ribbon on the ends to bind them.
Would he notice her again?

With her hair plaited, he would see a string of golden tears that she cried over missing him so much.

Now she lives in a little hut in the village and has worn her hair in plaits for 2,000 years.

One day she hopes it will be unravelled, when he remembers where he left his sunny days and warm nights with her on the moon.
The End

Illustration for story Live Forever

Illustration for story Live Forever
This is a drawing of the character in a story I wrote for a digital story telling course with the Four Winds

Bay Girls

Bay Girls
This is a drawing of two of my neighbours

Zippo face warmers

Zippo face warmers