A Forest Ditch

Walking in the forest
I hear the quiet breeze
Flowing through the tall conifers.
Above me.

A Great Tit calls
with piercing clarity
Impressing his mate.
And me.

I come across a water-filled ditch
Long enough for Ophelia
To drown herself.
But not me.

I get down on my hunkers and draw –
Peat-brown edges,
Reflections of Sky,
Above me.

I fall into a state
Of introspective meditation
On the words of Lao Tsu
Who speaks to me:

Eight:
The highest good is like water.
Water gives life to the ten thousand things and does not strive.
It flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao.
In dwelling, be close to the land.
In meditation, go deep in the heart.
In dealing with others, be gentle and kind.
In speech, be true.
In ruling, be just.
In business, be competent.
In action, watch timing.

No fight: No blame.

Forest Pool
Acrylics on canvas, 45x60cm.

Today I planted seeds:
Sunflower, parsley, Zucchini
Sweet Pea, Antirrhinum,
Nasturtium, Night-scented stock.
Scottish Marigold (Calendula).

I hope they come up.
As usual.

Shady Grove

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Acrylics on canvas, 46x61cm.

Cheeks as red as the blooming rose, eyes of the deepest brown,
You are the darling of my heart, stay till the sun goes down.

Shady Grove my little love, Shady Grove my dear.
Shady Grove my little love, I’m going to leave you here.

Shady Grove my little love, standing at the door,
Shoes and stockin’s in her hand and her little bare feet on the floor.

Wisht I had a big fine horse, corn to feed him on,
Pretty little girl stay at home, feed him when I’m gone.

Shady Grove my little love, Shady Grove I say,
Shady Grove, my little love,
Don’t wait till Judgement Day.

I learned this traditional Appalachian mountain-song at High School (Rutherglen Academy) Ballads Club under tutelage of Norman Buchan, my English teacher. This version is from a boys point of view unlike the version linked here by Shelly Colvin live at Music City Roots at the Loveless Café in Nashville. Don’t know who her guitarist is but he sure does a fine job on that gee-tar!

Original charcoal sketch inspirations:
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Doon the Glen

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Acrylics on canvas, 51×100.2cm.

Doon the Glen there’s a great muckle tree                                    :down, great big
Blaw’n o’er by the wind last January                                               :blown over
It’s roots exposed to the winter rains we get in June
An’ a’ it’s branches ripped aff in the fa’.                                        :off, fall

It spans frae bank tae bank o’ the wee mickle burn                     :small
That feeds the Rotten Ca’der,                                                              :Rotten Calder
That meets the Clyde at Redlawood,
Rins through the great City of Glesga                                               :runs, Glasgow
And oot through the Firth tae the wide Atlantic Ocean.             :out, to

D’ye think a’ they sticks I drapped in the watter                         :dropped, water
Will wan day wash up on some foreign shore – France,
Spain, Portugal? Mibbies e’en America?                                        :perhaps even

If ye fun wan o’ them please send it hame.                                  :find one, home
It’ll hae ma name oan it.                                                                     :have, on
And the Saltire Cross.                                                          :Scotland’s national flag

Fairy Dell

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…or, Spot the Elves!

Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!

Acrylics on canvas, 51x76cm.

Driftwood No.3

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Acrylics on canvas, “Driftwood No.3“, 51x76cm.

Sometimes when you are gazing out to sea searching the far horizon dreaming of sea adventures and foreign lands there is a tendency to miss something closer to home.

If, however, like me you also take pleasure in the confusion of detritus, flotsam and jetsam, scattered around on the beach under your feet then it is just as good a subject as the panoramic.

New Website

It’s been a busy summer with little in the way of art being done but much in the way of music, gardening, grandchildren and holidays.

Now, as the nights draw in, at long last I have finally got around to finishing my new website (with the help of 1&1) and publishing it today.

David Cornelius Drawing&Painting

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