Lady in Pink (Corel PHOTO-PAINT)

Nude and a Baby (The Forgotten Post)

Done with Corel PHOTO-PAINT X3.

Electricity- Illustration Friday

Sorry for the lack of updates! School has been really crazy. Hopefully, after we take our finals and school lets out, I'll be able to update if not daily, pretty often. So please hang in there!

The picture is charcoal and it represents the electric shock that explodes in your veins when some one looks at you like they can see in your soul. Hope you enjoy it!

Yours,Dauphine

I am waiting- A Poem

I am waiting, patiently waiting for life to get going
And I am waiting for blue moons and
Clovers to no longer hold sway
For the rebirth of reason and trust
And I am waiting for bloody wrists
To stop bleeding
And I am waiting
To talk to you on your level and
For the obituaries to be written in yellow ink
And I am waiting, patiently waiting
For Mississippi to collide with Tennessee

I am waiting for Jane to forget the
Wife in the attic
And I am waiting for the body
To be whole again
And the ribs to stop protruding
For the quiet nerd to shout aloud
Screaming obscene thoughts and ideas
And I am waiting, patiently waiting for
People to say what they mean

I am waiting, heart clenched tight, for
The discovery of the need for a window
And I am waiting for the man in the sea to simply sink
For chalk to taste like banana and
For Mr. Potter sign my chest
And I am waiting, patiently waiting for scarves to be warm
For the American Eagle not to be purchased in paper bags
And I am waiting to avenge the Black Tulip
And I am waiting for little clay lions to tell me
Where the answers are
For the rainbow’s end to be found
And I am waiting for hearts to pound, pound, pound

I am waiting, so patiently waiting
For young sisters to know they are beautiful
Not just a toy for a silly boy
I am waiting, patiently waiting for Kindergarten trust
Not be shattered, shattered, shattered
I am waiting for the day, may it be now
May it be forever, when I truly can say “Wow!”

Sketching: A Poem

Greetings!
First let me explain the two above photos. The one of the bride was a picture I took in New Orleans over Spring break. This bride was getting her shots done on the steps of the art museum there. It was a striking scene, and I felt I had to capture it. I may also be drawing her soon, but I am not 100% sure as of yet. The other picture is my very first charcoal work. I am not very good with people, but I am determined to be great so I need to practice. She is more cartoon than I would like, so when I draw people I am trying to develop the skill to draw them life like. My style does have a bit of a cartoonish feel to it, and that is something that kind of bothers me. I really want to be able to draw realistically, but I am coming to terms with the fact that different people have different styles.
Now, I am sorry I haven’t updated in the last couple of days. I have school during the week, so it’s hard to balance school, art classes, Tae Kwon Do, and still being able to hang out with friends. However, the weekend usually provides more time for me to just relax and create.
I am really happy about getting two more comments on the blog with my first ballet girl! Thank you very much for your feedback, as it is what keeps a blog like mine really going.
Hm, today in English we were assigned to write a poem that we would enter into a school wide contest. There are no real prizes, but the knowledge of being a better poet than the rest is very thrilling. So I am going to post the poem that I wrote and hopefully you will give me honest feed back on it!

We had to do it in a (I believe its called acrostic?) form and I chose "Sketching."

Here it goes:

Scribbling hastily, my pen does make form
Kittens too trite, my pen refusing to draw
Even as I plead and beg, iron pen doth protest
The struggle begins, my brow damp with frustration
Chillingly it runs through my veins
Hacking at my will and my love for the art
Imagine if you will, a painter hating the brush, a nun hating the Bible, a judge- the law, a
Great cry erupts from my lips, and looking down, great art from my pen

What do you think? I kind of liked it. It shows that art doesn’t exactly come really easily. It’s a struggle some times and it takes a true artist to stick to it and conquer the difficult task. Interpret how you will, but that’s what it means to me.

Well, I guess I better get back to cleaning my room. But I hope you have a wonderful day or night. Depending upon time and location, of course. :]

Yours,
Dauphine Poole

In Motion

This is my latest ballet girl. She is also done in charcoal and on news print paper. She looks better in person, but since I don’t have a scanner, this is the best pic I could take of her.

But anyway, I am really excited about two comments on the last post :] That may seem like child's play for some of you who have like a zillion on each post, but for me.... its lovely! So thanks to those who commented, and to those who just lurked... hopefully I can create something that you find worthy enough to comment.

Now, I would like to post a few little things I wrote in response to a game my best friend and I were playing. We were really bored and so we decided to come up with a number and write something with that number of words. Then we picked a word and wrote a little scene or something that fell under that word. So, in loving memory of the game and that night, I'll post a few here.

The scene I wrote to the word "sequence":

"Grandma?" I ask the little old lady in the corner. She is all wrinkly, all powdered. But perhaps she isn’t really that old. Perhaps it’s simply her appearance, like some droopy mask. Her white hair, her pink cheeks, her blue eyes. All whisper of an old soul. But most of all its her sequence jacket. The refusal to remove it endears her to my heart. She is a stubborn old bird. Its bright colors that shine atrociously in the florescent lights embarrass mother. But ol' grans doesn’t care. She looks up at me from behind her bottle glasses, and I laugh. "I love you, Grans."

What do you think? Simple. Short. And was written in less than five minutes. Kirsten, my best friend, got a kick out of it, and we went on to make up this really elaborate story about this old lady and her family. Maybe one day I will post it, but for now.... I think Grans needs her rest. You know how old ladies get when they stay up too late. They stay in bed too long, and miss the good stuff at the breakfast bar, and then... oh my! I'll stop. I promise.

This is my response to the number "13”:
I walk blindly, only my blood stained knife in my hand leading my steps.

I promise I am not crazy or a killer. It just comes to me sometimes. Sometimes I write dark, others light and cheerful. Depends on my mood, I guess. But it seems to me that I write in extremes. Either really happy and cheerful, really sad and depressed, or morbid and dark. But I like to write things that are shocking in some way.

But I guess this is the end of this post. I may add more in a while, but Idk...

Yours,
Dauphine

First of many..

Greetings,
I have only had a few people look at my blog so far, and no comments. Kinda sad, but its ok! Because really, if I happened upon a site with out anything to offer, no pics, no art, no anything... I doubt I would comment or stay long. So, with this post, I shall put one poem and one or two samples of my art up!
let's start with the poem:
For English we had to do a poem about this paper we had to write. My paper was on tyranny, so I wrote a poem that was about a famous tyrant. Enjoy.

Tyranny Thy Name is ‘Queen’

With lips so red
E’ry word one comes to dread
She is quick to decree
A death to thee
By slightest offense
Her pompous arm shall tense
“Off with her head!”
And then you are dead

Any good? I like it :D
Ok, so now for one of my first charcoal drawings. This is my entry for Illustration Friday's "Save." I call it "Through Dance I Am Saved." I don't dance, but I love to watch it and I think it is a truly beautiful type of expression and art. This is done with Primo-Charcoal pencils and on news-print sketch paper. Well, I think that'll be all for now! Have a wonderful day or night!


Yours,

Dauphine