Friday, June 25, 2010

Colorful Character


   I was sitting in the back lawn, a fresh cup of the dark and bitter elixir, that many of us require of a morning hour, stirred with milk, a dash of sugar, and malt.  The sunlight was sprinkled on the ground amongst the untrimmed blades of grass where the trees had allowed its beams to filter through. Upon reaching the miniature forest, the sun reflected off of the dew beads and made it appear as though the faeries had sprinkled peridot glitter on the green.  As usual, two of my children accompanied me to make their foreday rounds.  They are furry creatures fairly bursting with wriggling/bouncy happy energy for, you see, they are of the canine alignment and thus subject to a perpetual state of glee.  It was a pleasant affair watching them cut capers and play chase.

  A pair of kindly and peculiar ladies, of an elder age, stopped to chat over the old fence while on their early strolls.  This was my first time meeting Catherine of 36th Avenue and she and I talked of an array of subjects ranging from Eastern and Western medicine to the mean little lady-mosquitoes in the hedge. Catherine is pleasant company but, not the most interesting to describe (nor does she possess intriguing quirks aside from the tendency to fidget and look at anything other than whom she is speaking with).

  The second gentlewoman to join us is a much more queer and fascinating individual.  Sakeeta of 737 1/2* is short of stature, tawny skinned, with lengthy, crinkled ebon hair she had plaited into a rope and draped over her left shoulder.  Across her forehead was a faded red bandanna rolled into a band and about her neck was a Native American-style choker of elongate, vertically arranged, off-white bone beads.  Her clothing consisted of a white tank top and denim shorts belted with a strip of leather.  Sakeeta stops by my home often these days to leave offerings of tobacco to the tree stump that dwells on the side lawn because it resembles an eagle totem, she says, and it calls to her.  When we first met I found my self so enchanted with her eccentricities and politeness that naysaying the request was out of the question.

  The purpose of her walk today was to hand out little representations of spiritual animals to all the residents of 31st Avenue.  After rummaging in her basket, she chose, plucked out, and placed in my palm four iridescent butterfly hair clips, each with a different base color: lime green, xanthous orange, a light beryline blue, and lavender mixed with gold.  I am proudly wearing them all in my hair now. :)


   I'm not very sure how to end this entry for I feel it very well could go on for days and I must complete at least some of my chores today.  Perhaps I will continue the description of Sakeeta in a post solely dedicated to her.  She is such a prismatic character it has to be done!

*737 1/2 is in reference to Sakeeta's address.  The lack of a street name is implying that she lives on the same avenue as I.

On a side note...

  I wish to post a picture of a mixed medium drawing (charcoal and pencil) I made this month of my cousin, Ezra.  I welcome constructive criticism and tips that could potentially help my growth as an artist.


  1. Some people are a little shy giving constructive criticism- not me. So, here goes- bring the whole drawing darker with more shading and use a soft rubber to 'hit' the highlights.It will create more depth in the drawing.

    Please tell us more about the women- they sound facinating!
    Best wishes,

  2. Thanks for the tips, Don! Oh, goodness, I don't know where to begin with Sakeeta. lol That was a roller coaster if ever there was one.


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