Found this on a closed restaurant’s patio.
I adore the face.
It makes me think of the sun.
The rest of the mural….????
That does not look like authentic writing.
Here’s some writing, aka burners or lettering.
Says – In Sight
Says – Breathe
Says – Poser
Says – Putin Go Fuck Yourself, in Ukrainian
Says – Tensoe
What does below say? I’m not buying it!
Pics of Sun Face taken September 13, 2022
Other pics taken 2017 -2021
Toronto, Canada
No artist: a mural company
The Emmys are tomorrow night. I hope they pay some tribute to Nichelle Nichols.
Nichelle was one of the first African American female actors to appear as a main character in a tv series. She went on to work with NASA.
When she considered leaving the show, Martin Luther King Jr. convinced her to stay aboard the Enterprise because she was such a positive role model.
Tyeth has made a lovely light saber, as part of his tribute to her.
nuqneH and welcome to the other franchise of the final frontier….Star Trek. Today I present my tribute to the actress and space pioneer Nichelle Nichols who portrayed Lt Nyota Uhura in the original Star Trek series (and the first six movies) and sadly passed away recently. It was the news of Nichelle’s passing and a conversation with my friend Resa (from Graffiti Lux and Murals – Link: https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/ ) about Star Trek, the Emmy’s and Nichelle’s role that prompted me to create a saber in Ms Nichol’s honour.
Nichelle was (and still is) THE Lt Uhura, communications officer from the original show and canon movies. Uhura however was very nearly named Lt Sulu but this was changed to help the show’s creator, Gene Roddenberry achieve a diverse cast and George Takei’s character was named Sulu instead. Whilst reading for the part of Uhura, Nichelle had a book with her titled…
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Beauty from Holly – Motion in Poetry
There is a bird whose wings are the shades of a rainbow.
When he grieves sighs pervade the caves of broken dreams.
His sound is the laughter of children flowing like rippling rivers.
His tongue drips the honey of desert flowers and his eyes are an ocean of shimmering shores.
When he is thirsty he sips viscous dew from feathers painted in his colors.
When adventure calls we lift our wings and fly away.
Art by Timothy Parker
Okay, I’m way behind visiting blog pals! I dislike the reader, and prefer to visit your actual blogs. I need to try and catch up!
Charlotte Hoather’s Art Gown needs me to focus until I get a good start. After all, it will be the first Art Gown that I will be sending to someone to actually wear. She’s my fave soprano, and is the 1 person I know who actually needs gowns.
Drawings are done for the next Gowntoons instalment, on Art Gowns.
I need to work on the post, and AGM Holly’s input is critical. So, I need time for emails, critique and whatever else the 2 of us do.
Time – the most intoxicating perfume of all. With this time I’ll visit you from GLAM or from Art Gowns. I look forward to visiting!
When I return with my next GLAM post, I should be all cleared up….maybe.
Pics taken by Resa – August 2, 2022
Toronto, Canada
The Artist:
Unsigned, I think I know, but guessing is just guessing.
It doesn’t get more powerful. Words by Holly, and image by Marina equal a feast for the senses.
The brilliance of Holly’s poetic acumen is a match to the Oleander’s beauty.
Sun showers mist the window
pane in veiny tributaries that trickle
down with a warm touch.
Trajectories of icy trails run down
the mountains, an affirmation of
summer, pink buds of oleander.
Remain with me until birds
sing of our disparity, until
reality overshadows illusion
and dew drops blend with tears.
Then we will part.
River Ghosts by Merril D. Smith is on deck in my reading pile. Of course I read a book of poetry – 1 poem every morning with my coffee. I will be savouring her words. Meantime…
Carpe Diem
How is the sky blue
when the world is grey-shrouded,
where sunflowers drip with blood,
and parades are strewn-confetti-terror?
Today, the sun and clouds are a lemon meringue pie.
Celebrate with me. Make memories of bird-dawns and moon-songs,
wine-kisses and laughter. We’ll ignore tomorrow.
A poem for dVerse. I’m hosting Quadrille Monday. The prompt word is celebrate, as we’re celebrating the 11th anniversary of dVerse this week.
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