Artist and Author
Welcome to Spring
Have you ever watched a cat as it stalks its prey. My sister and brother-in-law have a cat that brings its catch inside and drops it at their feet as a tribute. Usually the poor creature is still alive, requiring a catch and release that would fit perfectly into the script of any TV comedy.
This was created using cut paper, ink, and markers.
For a while, I had an ETSY store in an attempt to sell prints of my work. The effort was only partially successful. This was one of my early pieces in my line of Kid’s Room Art, where I thought it was possible to catch both kids attention and their parents. To this day I am still learning how to market my products. (Ink and Markers)
I am writing the final chapter of Al Clark-Earth (Book Four), which brings me great joy. Finally, the truth about Al’s origins will be revealed. Soon, I will begin the editing process, which I find both arduous and fulfilling. As soon as I write ‘The End’ on the first draft, I will arrange for the cover to be created. This is the point where writing becomes fun.
My post for today is an early drawing I created on a paper plate. There are many varieties of spaceports, this one requires a spacesuit and gravity boots.
(Ink and Markers on a paper plate)
The Future of War:
Unfortunately, we, as a race, will not stop inventing new wars. Even after relocating to other worlds, there will be a need for war machines. This concept combines high mobility with deadly fire power.
Created with cut paper and markers for a simulated 3D effect.
Somewhere in the universe there is another planet with life. Although it may not be animal life, it is life in preparation of creatures that crawl, walk, and stand . This oil painting is my interpretation of plant life on another world – patiently waiting for the people that will abuse or adapt them for their own purposes.
Today’s post is an old fashioned covered bridge. If you were riding a horse or taking a wagon to town, and it was pouring down rain, this shelter might come in handy.
Nowadays, we simply roll up the window and keep going. Those were simpler days, with a different take on time.
(Ink and Markers) by Jonathan G. Meyer
For many years, my brother, brother in laws, a few selected friends, and I would return to the same secluded spot in an unused part of a national forest. It was a weekend camp we looked forward to all year, even though the site was rocky and sloped. The trip was a time for reflection, good conversation, and–in the beginning–mass quantities of alcohol.
One of my brother-in-laws is a gourmet campsite cook, and the meals he prepared were always a highlight of each trip. There is nothing that compares to sleeping in tents on a warm clear evening, sitting around a roaring camp fire–which was the first order of business upon our arrival–and eating well prepared food in the wild.
At the end of each trip, we would select a rock. Not a big rock, but one large enough to accept all our signatures. We would sign and date each memento and take it home for safe keeping.
We have not returned for several years due to various complications of life, although there are always plans to do so. We are no longer young, and my brother has gone to a better place, but those memories exist. Because of those rocks our experiences will not be forgotten.
There are sixteen ordinary rocks lined up on a long shelf in my garage. Sixteen stones that have taken on new meaning, as they allow us to return to our special campsite and the many memories made there.
The included painting is my representation of our campsite–awaiting our return.
Hope you enjoy,
Jonathan G. Meyer (Keeper of the rocks)
Bridges come in many styles and sizes. This is an old stone bridge designed to allow access to both sides of a tranquil stream; bridging the two halves of a divided landscape. We, in a divided society, need more bridges. (Ink and Copic Markers)
She waits for her prince without complaint
Dreaming of a day without restraint
Maybe today she will be freed
Her failing hope feeds the need.
Jonathan G. Meyer
(Ink and Markers)
Jonathan G. Meyer 