Tomes Technique

Painterly visions in digital form.

Tag: Nature

  • Cheeky (Bonus Edition)

    Cheeky (Bonus Edition)

    I’m feeling boldly randy with this month’s cycle. What started as attempts to practice hands (Curses! Why are they all sausages?!) has become something else. Not to be plain, I want to play with how to express emotion with the hands. I’m always looking for something I’ve never tried. Just to add some extra difficulty, I decide to work on musculature alongside the difficulty of meat fingers.

    Hold Me Now

    Maybe it was bound to happen. Muscles, hands, and mood…  “Percussion. Strings. Winds. Words.”

    Fixation

    I have no bias. I’m a lover of loving love.

    The Kiss

    Or maybe I am bias in the way that I like to explore boundaries. Could it be a defense mechanism or an anxious need for validation? Perhaps it’s just way to deal with boredom.

    Get Over Here

    I’m always working out for ways to play with perspective. Not simply angles, I’m playing with the mind’s interpretation.

    Crimson and Clover

    I’ve got a bee in my bonnet. I might have a thing for mouths. Maybe it’s because I’m mighty mouthy. Blame the southerner in me.

    Remnants of a Dream

    Somewhere I read that Hugh Hefner likes to use the hint of a man being present to create a scene. I’m pondering if it’s to let the male viewer insert themselves into the role. For my doodles, it’s a caught glance, a knowing that remains unspoken.

    Throuple

    I’m in on the secret. I know the handshake and they just put on my jam.

    Sexual Tension

    It’s a smut phase and I’m not sorry about it.

  • Cycles

    Cycles

    I’m feeling the cyclone of a new phase. This week’s transition from oppressive heat to crisply cool has me enjoying being outside during the day again. The seasons are mostly indistinguishable without this welcomed change in orbit. After an extended jeep trekking weekend, I’ve stumbled across the “Back to the Future” boxset I’ve hidden in plain sight (where all good things are hidden). Time to trade the Jeep in for a Delorean. Michael J. Fox is brilliantly believable and only Christopher Lloyd can be Doc. Hollywood, don’t ruin this with a reboot.

    1.21 Gigawatts

    There’s a place where hogs roam and deer bleat at passing bears. Below the dam, life takes over again. The next age has begun.

    Pathfinder’s Rest

    I’m feeling inspired again. This time, it’s a photographer that catches my attention. The words and work remind me of the towering bamboos, gauzy crape myrtle, and wispy wisteria at my doorstep; How it sways in the wind and dances for the sun’s light showers. As autumn descends, I cultivate ambedo—a state of mindful absorption where you surrender to the intense details of the world, embracing the simple joy of being present and engaging in activities purely for their inherent beauty.

    Go Touch Grass

    Mentally in Kyoto again. I’ve discovered a sacred pilgrimage route that combines Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples. It’s just too beautifully syncretic to ignore. I stroll through the natural network until I’m stopped plainly. Ahead, an elevated wooden pagoda above those dipping their wishing cups in the streams. Every season finds its way to the front of my imagination. I am thankful for this journey of reflection and appreciation.

    Inspired by: “Shinbutsu Reijo Junpai no Michi”, Kiyomizu-dera Temple

    Cupid’s Ascent (LoveStoned)

    Summer’s come and gone, but it doesn’t stop the beachgoers. Flocking like seagulls for their spot in the shell filled sand; strutting like peacocks in the winter’s sun. Time for the snow birds to come home.

    Pulse of Paradise

    All the over 60’s crowd settling in has me considering my next stage of life. I want to be able to be in the now, but tomorrow is knocking. I’m reminded often that I too will have grown into my mother’s face. Just don’t let me forget myself while discovering her. Dementia is an ugly disease.

    The Distance Between

    Perhaps the light at the end of the tunnel is just another birth canal. Life is an interruption of an otherwise peaceful existence. As another rotation completes, I know it’s merely the snake eating its head, the ouroboros.