People Sketching Practice

Sunday morning at Panera

Panera Bread on a Sunday morning is a great place to get some practice sketching random people. I am going to go to various public places and capture a collection people. The object is to not only to get better at portraying their gestures or moods, but to tell a story. The above sketch is only one paragraph of the story I aim to tell. A collection of paragraphic sketches will hopefully start to form a story.

Painting and Poem: Budding Flower

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Budding Flower 

by June Nash

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She sits, quiet, in back of the room.

Wishing, wanting to stand out, flaunt her plume

Like a model walking with confident stride

In dark shadow, instead, she seems to hide

Not know, unsure, of her latent power

With smile, and pride, she’d bloom like a flower

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She sits, quiet, fingers making the noise

Dreaming, waiting, to flaunt her style with poise

A pianist who plays with confident airs

In dark shadow, instead, silently stares

Not known, not shown, incredible power

With smile, and pride, she’d bloom like a flower

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About the painting:

Not quite finished yet.  I like the way it is turning out though.  

I finally got around to writing a poem for it.  

I wrote two poems, but you will have to wait until next week to see the other.

Poem: Snow White Liar

Snow White Liar

by June Nash

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smooth talking man greets lovely lady

she doesn’t care that he seems shady

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like sweets on tongue, she eats up his lies

he praises her wit, beauty and eyes

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they may be truths, but how does one know

when they’re piled high in drifts like snow

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starved for attention, desperate for love

into the snow she drops her white glove

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it’s outline she sees, though very dim

like truth in the lies spoken by him

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his weak excuses, flakes upon flakes

deep down she knows they’re all lies he makes

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with all snow white lies, there comes a day

when truth shows through, lies melt away

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from warm sweet spun words ice only felt

watching with sadness, her snowman melt