small dark ball
blinking red, living only
to explode
— Bob-omb
shot from a cannon
flying slowly, and yet
staying aloft
— Bullet Bill
small dark ball
blinking red, living only
to explode
— Bob-omb
shot from a cannon
flying slowly, and yet
staying aloft
— Bullet Bill
fluffy white ether
shyly hiding if you look
approaches from behind
— Boo
nothing but bones
crumbling at the slightest touch
reassembling every time
— Dry Bones
flying turtle
hovering up and down
serving as bridge
— Koopa Paratroopa
big brother
constantly throwing hammers
defeated by small earthquake
— Hammer Bro
giant chestnut
walking steadily to the left
falling off blocks
— Goomba
vigilant tortoise
protected by its shell
Yoshi's food
— Koopa Troopa
As of this week a rhyming snail is joining me on my creative journey. We’ve known each other for quite a while and value each others imaginative ideas and inspirational thoughts. Multiple times casual conversations led to creative works. On some of these we worked together, on others either of us alone.
So it was only a matter of time before a rhyming snail asked me if they might contribute to the blog on an irregular basis. To kick things off they’ve brought quite a delight with them for this week. 🥳
long lost
… a loss prolonged beyond it’s initial schedule
short lost
… a loss abridged to save time
recently lost
… a loss that freshly happened
found lost
… a loss that was now discovered
just lost
… a loss well deserved
not lost
… a loss that never happened
prematurely lost
… a loss that occurred before it’s time
unlost
… a loss undone
This week I went to an exhibition featuring Damien Hirst’s drawings and drafts on some of his works. Part of the exhibition was one go at his drawing machine and thus experiment with colours, chance and control.
A sheet of paper is fixed onto a wooden disc which is then going to spin around while colours with different pens are added, thus creating perfect circles in varying shades. With liquid colours circles with a corona like look or splattered drops can be achieved.

I chose felt-tipped pens in two different shades of green and sienna coloured acrylic paint. The outcome reminds me of green gems.
defying death
with riches
born from dust
matured over aeons
wrested from their earthly homes
to be cut
and polished
until they shine
as bright as the stars
Wikipedia: Damien Hirst “For the Love of God”