Retrospective: Past Works, Part Nine

Past Works, Part 9: 2004 and 2011-14 Paintings
Chandra S Sherin Art
March 30, 2018

This will be the second to last installment of the retrospective on my past art. Then we will move on to an ongoing portfolio of my nature photography and more current drawings.

Today starts with a painting I did from 2004 that is a part of my personal collection, and then on into the 2011-2014 period.

“My Baby Bumps Her Daddy’s Lips,” completed in 2004, acrylic on canvas. Chandra S Sherin (private collection)

 

“Creation Holds Great Mystery,” mixed media on canvas, 2011. Chandra S Sherin

 

“Spirit Nude,” portrait, acrylic on canvas, 2013. Chandra S Sherin

 

“Pattern Soul Flower,” acrylic and ink on canvas, 2014. Chandra S Sherin

 

CS Sherin, WildClover.org 2018©

Retrospective: Past Works, Part Eight

Past Works, Part 8: Illustration, 2007
Chandra S Sherin
March 22, 2018

I am particularly fond of this little cartoon I drew in 2007. It is about a beloved cat, no longer with us, who we called Boris. Boris was an extraordinary cat, and I remember him with great love. This cartoon was inspired by his passion, spirit, and dreams in his early years with us (after he had healed from earlier traumas before we adopted him). Narration and drawings are by me, CS Sherin. The cartoon’s title is:
“Boris’s Dream.”

Boris’s Dream by CS Sherin, 2007: Boris is dreaming….
Boris is dreaming of stalking a cute little bird with an alluring tail. It is an easy catch…
Boris is dreaming of eating the bird. He eats the bird whole and it goes down easily right into his stomach….
Boris is dreaming that the bird is alive in his stomach and has gifted him with a golden egg. Boris is proud….
Boris dreams that the egg hatches and something wonderful flies up from the egg in one effortless swoop….Boris is so pleased…..
Boris is dreaming: A kitten with wonderful wings has hatched from the egg! Boris couldn’t be happier! He has always wanted to fly like the birds. He always thought that maybe if he ate one, he would be able to fly too.
Boris wakes up suddenly from his dream of the bird, the egg, and the cat with wings. He is surprised! He sits with the joy of the dream and begins to purr.

In fond memory of the brave and valiant Boris William, the cat.
THE END 🙂

CS Sherin, WildClover.org 2018©

Retrospective: Past Works, Part Seven

Past Works, Part 7: Mid-2000s Ink 
Chandra S Sherin
March 16, 2018

This part of the Retrospective journey of my past works begins with a sampling of drawings from the early to mid-2000s.

Womb, green ink on paper, early 2000’s, CS Sherin

 

Big Fish, ink on paper, 2007, CS Sherin

 

Fancy Goldfish, ink on paper, 2007, CS Sherin

 

Boris and Abigail, ink on paper, mid-2000s, CS Sherin

 

CS Sherin, WildClover.org 2018©

Retrospective: Past Works, Part Six

Past Works, Part 6: End of 1990s Ink
Chandra S Sherin
March 15, 2018

This will be the last post of my works from the 1998 era. After this, we will move on to the early 2000’s drawings.

Ink on paper, 1999, CS Sherin

 

Ink on paper 2, 1999, CS Sherin

 

Portrait, Jeff, 1999 by CS Sherin

 

Galaxy and Us, ink on paper, 1999, CS Sherin

 

 

CS Sherin, WildClover.org 2018©

An Irrational, Transcendental Poem For Pi Day

Celebrate the Irrational and Transcendental Pi that is Pi Day, with Pi facts and the inspiration of dreams, tea, and Adventure Time through poetry

Image by Aitoff, Pixabay

“3.14159”

by CS Sherin, 3.14.2018, updated 3.14.2019

We traveled to Australia.
We look younger.
We see the strange and unfamiliar
as well as things that look
just like home.
We are traveling with other tourists.
I am on a tall ladder-like platform, and
large Afghan-type dogs appear.
Four of them.
One comes to me specifically.
I am to put my hand on his back
and he will lead me where we need to go.

The dogs were blue at first,
then turned black, and last, white.
They can puff up their hair
when they want, and smooth
it out again at will.

We end up at a long corridor of
open dorm beds that are like
a partial camper-sleeper/barracks.
Some female family and acquaintances
are there too, it turns out.
I choose to sleep halfway
in the corridor of beds.
A woman across from me exclaims
that she knows she is sad because
when she is happy she feels horny.
I roll my eyes and think,
I have to put up with this?

Another woman playfully-not playfully
taunts me about not knowing
what a former friend is doing now.
I don’t need to know, I think, irritated
by these arrangements. And then,
the alarm awakens me.

Today, in waking life,
I saw the pi symbol formed
by tea leaves at the bottom of
my tea cup.
Quite
a surprise.
And has never happened before
or since.
Then tonight,
on Adventure Time
Finn drank from a cup
with the pi symbol on it.
My amazement was complete.
So I dove into all the
alluring pi facts…

Ancient Babylonia,
ancient Egypt,
the Old Testament,
the Greeks all
knew it to some degree.
Pythagoras helped
Archimedes to really find it.
Madhava of Sangamagrama found
more of it.
Within the atom and through
computers we find more of it
each day.
Irrational,
transcendental,
infinite pi…..
Wherever there is a circle,
there is pi (I smile
thinking of all the mandalas I create)

Pi is not a root–not algebraic.
It’s patterns never repeat.
Pi measures emanating ripples well,
and probability determination,
the unchanging ratio of any circular
circumference and diameter.

This is the day that 3.14159 (and so on)
tapped my shoulder
with it’s waking life answer —
a mysterious, romantic, infinite
irrational answer —
to my night of dreaming, and day of waking…

3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197….They say
just those first forty digits could hold the answer
to our universe.

CS Sherin, WildClover.org 2018/2019©