Posts Tagged ‘greeting card’

Second New Watercolor Card

March 17, 2013
Second Watercolor Card

Second Watercolor Card

This is the second new watercolor card I’ve prepared.  The backside contains the following text:

The quiet neighborhood was shattered by the sharp crack of three crushing blows from the ball-peen hammer that broke open the padlock on the old fisherman’s shed door.  Day-before-yesterday, they found him dead, seated upright in his favorite back-porch metal lawn chair, with a cold cup of coffee and his tattered copy of Whitman’s Leaves of Grass on the side table.  Beneath the layers of his faded beard, they thought they could detect a slight smile.  His book was opened to “Song of Myself” and he had underlined in pencil: “I am large; I contain multitudes.”  The onlooking friends mused about his eight decades and all that his life had encompassed.

Entering the dim interior of the fishing shack, they looked silently at the tangled pile of gear in the corner, and hesitated to gather it up, as though rudely disrupting the sanctity of a shrine.  There lay the Garcia Mitchell 300 open-faced reel, with which he had landed his 6-lb. largemouth bass while poking about the lily pads in a rowboat one evening on Hunnewell Lake.  He was only a teenager then.  The bait caster was still there–the one he never could seem to get the hang of, trying in vain to cast old wooden bass plugs without backlash.  His Uncle Art would just look on, shake his head, smile, and mumble through the smoke of his Lucky Strike:  ”Cute Kid.”  The Pflueger fly reel and vintage bamboo rod were a gift from an aged farrier in Pine, Colorado, who passed them on as a torch, noting that his fly fishing days were behind him.  The battered suitcase was from college days back in ’42, when he hopped the Frisco passenger train for his monthly cross-the-state visits to his parents back home.  And on that train, he was always served Dining Car Coffee.  And the old knapsack–he never tired of bragging on the day he talked an Athenian merchant out of that tattered leather bag for $12.  On that day, he owned the world.  

The friends stood there silently, their eyes surveying the stack of assorted memories, each item with its own story, clinging to its own fragment of history.  

And now it was time to take down the monument and move on.  New chapters were waiting to be written.

Thanks for reading.

Shift to Collage, February 25, 2010

February 25, 2010

Charles Dickens

Today I did not begin to watercolor until now (10:16 pm).   Too wiped out from school responsibilities, I retired to bed for a late-afternoon/early-evening nap, then spent the evening doing tasks.  Now that I’m getting around to watercoloring, I realize there will be nothing in that media to post tonight, so I’m bringing out one of my hundreds of greeting card designs that I sell out of my booth at art festivals.

Charles Dickens has been a favorite among buyers.  The pencil sketches are mine, the handwriting sample of Dickens came from Google, and color was added with cut and torn pieces of Canson paper and a prismacolor pencil.  Collaging and watercoloring often competed with each other for my quality time and attention, and for awhile they competed fiercely in my booth sales.  Watercolor finally emerged the victor, and now I very seldom work on collage, though I always enjoyed the process immensely.  I wonder if I’ll ever go back and pick it up again–there just seems so little quality time to make art these days, and so little energy left when I finish school daily.

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