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I formally submit my entry for the quickest landscape sketch ever. Scrapbook page with bits of tape stuck to it, stick of beech charcoal, two oil colours and some dirty turps. Two minutes flat. I’m heading for the sketch olympics next year. Part two tomorrow. #sketching

For lovers of square art, which neither belongs in the National Portrait Gallery nor the National Landscape Gallery, here are two ponderings with oil paints, bits of tape and soil, and a mere scribble of beech charcoal. Autumnal, heavy on the pink, and free to all scrollers.

Large #oilpainting plus #collage and #charcoal on big scrap of wallpaper. See if you can spot the jazz band playing in the background. On the other hand, there is an actual telegraph pole in it, naturally. #art #ArtistOnTwitter #paintings

Today we have four sketches called Autumn Gloaming Landscapes 1-4. I was going to call them “For want of a better title…”. Oils on thick paper, with charcoal, pencil, and scraps found on the floor. Art is making the apparently solid look fluid. Or visa versa.

A train is just
A house on rails
burnished rust
time that fails

Acknowledge
Space time things
As travellers pledge
What distance brings

For distance is
A construct made
Of homes we miss
And plans we laid

When we arrive
At buffers we
Are still at home
Uncertainly

M @IMcMillan

Landscape or portrait? Collaged card, charcoal and oil paint on paper. #art #sketch

A hopeful sign
Bright clouds
Like light in a bag

Tend to fight
Buildings, snag
On pylons

A whirr and snap
In the wire heavens
A coy warning

The barren fodder field
Powdered earth
Birds departing with cries

Morn @IMcMillan #poetrycommunity #sundayvibes #sunrise

He whines
Like corpses
Dragged through mud

His blind eyes
Glowing
Like mirrored lamps

He makes the bushes
Wave
Like fans

And follows me
For no-one’s
Thanks

Morn @IMcMillan

#dogsoftwitter #Dog #poetry #poet #poem #writer

Sign of four. Quick oil sketches on sections of cardboard box. #Sketching #art #garden

In all my life
I’ve always been
A Friday child
A wild disdain
For greener hues
A tendency
To feign few cares
For life or news
Or anything
Or anyone
Or anywhere
It’s all to use

In all my days
I got it wrong
We are simply
What we choose

Morn @IMcMillan #PoemOfTheDay