Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Request of a Brother

Recently I have been on a kick of painting. I have enjoyed drawing since I was young but I had never really gone beyond that for some reason. Before my great grandma passed away, she would give me stuff of hers when I would see her. Sewing stuff, books, painting books and painting supplies. It wasn't till earlier this year I had the grand idea to see if I could paint. As I'm sure those of you who follow my blog have seen a creation of my experimental painting.

Recently though I've gone a little further and decided to see if I could expound upon some artwork I have seen and really like. So far it seems to be going well. it was last week I bought some frames for the paintings I've done. That night my brother came in my room and saw the paintings and said he wanted one. Then he got the brilliant idea that I should create one just for him. Since he was a kid, he has loved penguins. So I went online and found a picture of a penguin that we both liked and he said he wanted it standing on an ice cube inside of a cup. I was to create everything from there.

So i finally finished the painting tonight and just called my brother over so he could see the finished project since he hadn't seen it since I did the rough sketch of it.
(He likes it! =D ^_^ )

Let me know what ya'll think.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Hearts Enraptured

We chance to think.
Alone are we in this.
World that hastens by.
Invisible to those.
Who surround about us.

Ticking clocks click.
Time may pass on by.
Yet we are oblivious.
Enraptured in silence.
We sit while staring.

A sunset glistens the horizon.
Making set a day.
Finalization comes with.
The beauty that paints the sky.
We are only lost in peace.

Quiet it encloses to night.
A sky so clear and bright.
Gazing up at stars.
Glinting in the heavens.
Lessened is a whirl.

Of a life now passing by.
It seems as if we have.
Time in our palms.
Not needing such as these.
Words said in silence.

Two hearts beat silently.
Listen closely my dear.
You will hear whats said.
Yet only we truly know.
What is hung between.

Exploded across the dark.
Flitting like white dust.
It shoots from one point.
Till it reaches the next.
We've seen our shooting star.

Breaking the beauty.
Of our unspoken silence.
Daring to breach a wall.
I chance to say.
"It is ours."

Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©