Archive for the ‘iPhone art’ category

Duck (And Cover) Friday Flash 55

September 28, 2012




Worry, jogging, what to do–ducks ahead, my memory jogged to daughter in ER (years ago) with duck-bitten thumb–those bills tough on cracker=holding digits–till digital-fixation overcomes hesitation; I dumbly pull out smartphone like a shield.

Click-click. Ducks, luckily camera-shy, fly.  Good thing they are not paparazzi-loving bears.


Here’s some 55 tufts of Friday fluff (belated) for my friend the G-Man, Mr. Know-it-all.  Enjoy the weekend.  Don’t get any duck bites!!!!!

And if you’ve got a mo, check out my books!  Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco). 1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape.  Nose Dive is available on Kindle for just 99 cents!

“Record-Keeping” (Huitain, Aging Brain) (Also Flash 55)

August 16, 2012



Aging brain blanks–record skipping a beat.
Do you, reading this, have any notion
what a record is?  (Was?) These super-neat
spun disks.  Blank aging brain jumps to ‘ocean,’
‘Bonnie,’ ‘sea’–the mysterious motion
of bringing back; and what does re-cord mean
but rebraiding the unmoored? Devotion
spinning us back from wayward to midstream.


The above rather odd poem is a huitain, an eight-line poem from the French (or Spanish) that follows a certain rhyme scheme.   I’m not quite sure where my aging brain has taken itbut I am posting it for a dVerse Poets Pub “Form For All” challenge hosted by Gemma Wiseman and Gay Reiser Cannon.  For more on huitains, check out Gemma’s article at dVerse.   (The picture was amazingly done on my iPhone, with wonderful Brushes App plus Hudson River.) 

Also, please, tell it to the G-Man, because the poem is, amazingly, 55 words!!!!!

Also, if you have time, check out my books!   Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE,  (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco).    1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape.

P.S. Not sure about that re-braiding – maybe plain old re-tying –


June 18, 2012


Not really Comic or Super Poem (For dVerse Poets Pub “Comic” Prompt) (But at least has elephant)

December 3, 2011

Here’s a new poem (too long–sorry–and still very much a draft), written for dVerse Poets Pub “Poetics” challenge relating to comics.    The drawing (done on my iPhone) doesn’t really suit the poem, but I couldn’t resist using it.

Power of Choice or Need

My childhood comic of choice was Archie and heroine
Betty, (fellow blonde and would-be
do-gooder), even though doing good,
in those comics, seemed
synonymous with disappointment.

Of course, the disappointment, was only in the long-lashed eye
of the short-sighted; those impatient
grasping sorts who did not
understand that good-hearted losses,
like all karmic set-backs, must turn golden (i.e. blonde)
at the end, as the universal
balance of good and evil (i.e. Betty’s cute turned-up nose vs.
Veronica’s snooty turned-up nose) righted itself, and a date
with Archie was achieved.

But now that I have no hope of cinched-in waist,
parabolic breasts, or a date with even a
rather bumbling teen throb, my sites turn to the super, those
tragic but helpful figures, only I think
that if I could grow a super power of choice or need, it
would sprout not in my limbs, but inside my heart, taking
the crud of resentment
as its Krypton;
transforming the sting (recurrent)
of abandonment into
the spark of a magic spider’s
teeth.  (With what else
do they bite?)
Morphing the hurt that embeds the claw
into the wide yaw
of empathy; telescoping
that chopped controlling beat into
a galaxy of embrace whose
planets orbit some other sun, where
there are no black holes, and where love, like other
universal forces, can be found in the radial outreach
of just about everything (sound waves from dropped pin,
ringed water round skipped stone, mossy antlers on
rutting stag, maple branches in
wet snow, the listening

It would be a strength, I think,
inked in the unhealed, unhealing heart, allowing it
to flow with the currents of uncertainty,  to
fly vulnerable.

One more tribute to Steve Jobs- iPhoning the Moon.

October 10, 2011

Dear Steve, thank you for catching me the moon.  Thanks for letting me put it in my pocket.

More than than that, thanks for equipping me to somehow see it better.

Yes, I know all about being here and now.  (I know about it as a concept at least)  And I know about the barriers the digital world makes to the real world.  (Very very real barriers that can definitely get into this woman’s way.)

And yet, and yet…when I look at that moon with iPhone in hand, I really do look at it.  And yes, I know I could have done that through a regular camera, but I never did.

And now I do.  I joyously ponder and snap pictures of the moon on the same implement that was just used to speak repeatedly to the woman who’s helping my aging parents (my dad fell, but he’s okay), the same implement just used to send emails to my boss (no, I didn’t finish everything I planned)  and the same implement used to check the exact name of Rilke’s wonderful poem ” The Lay of the Life and Death of the Cornet Christopher Rilke,” which reminds me of Rilke’s beautiful descriptions of soldiers’ faces as they speak of home, and, well, somehow, I find myself taking even more pictures of the moon, and really really valuing then.

So, thank you, Steve, and goodnight, Moon.

Pop Art – Serious Poem

October 1, 2011

Andy with Elephant

I am posting this in response to a dVerse Poets prompt to write something about Pop Art.    My illustration above has (ovbiously) quite a bit to do with Pop art, but nothing with the poem below.  (I couldn’t resist it.)

The poem has less to do with Pop Art, I suppose.  My excuse is that the prompt talked of writing about a cultural phenomenon.  I don’t know if this qualifies, so my second excuse is that I think of Pop Art, some times, as complex juxtapositions flattened out upon a page.  Here goes:

Train of Thought

I am thinking, as I sit upon the train,
that the person who invented rubberized eggs,
that is, those eggs that are scrambled, squared,
and then somehow boinged, for easy sale,
should be shot, or at least, forced to eat them, when
a woman with a rubbed-out face
steps onto my car.  She’s been burned badly,
her face segmented into angular wedges of scar that
web from one ear to the opposite cheekbone.
Hard to read the history
in the hieroglyphics.
An explosion on a stove?
Acid thrown in warning?  Retribution?
Her skin is tan, hair dark, but any particulars
of ethnicity scratched out. I go
for the acid, knowing that whether or not she is a woman
purposely victimized, there are such women.
She stands, her face turned
so that I can see only an edge of eye (though her eyes
are almost all edge).
I want to give her my seat, but the gesture feels
intrusive, a stare made physical, so I do nothing but wonder
about a world in which eggs are turned
into seamless elasticized squares, women’s faces into
a stitching of stiff triangles, and how our minds can hold such things at once–
the trivial, the tragic, this train. 

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Dabbling in Painting Apps

June 4, 2011


As even non-Apple partisans admit, one of the appealing aspects of having an iPad or iPhone are the Apps.

As an Apple partisan, I freely declare that some Apps are pretty terrific. Some, such as the “Bed Bug App,” that I saw advertised on the NYC subway the other day, don’t seem terribly appealing, but others, like the Brushes App (a finger-painting app), have become tools that I use almost every day.

Lately though, as much as I love the Brushes App, I’ve been a bit curious to branch out.

The good news here is that most Apps are quite inexpensive (much much cheaper than comparable computer software) so you can try different ones without a huge outlay of cash. The bad news is that most of the art Apps I’ve seen do not seem to come with “user manuals.” Rather, they seem rely on either (i) pre-existing computer graphics skill or (ii) a lot of time spent poking at the screen and hoping that something comes out.

I’m not saying that I would actually read through a user manual even if they had one–but some of these painting Apps are extremely complicated and seem, to me at least, much less intuitive than Brushes. So I’ve downloaded a couple, like Art Studio, which look really promising, but which I simply can’t operate.

One that has worked better for me is Sketchbook Pro. It seems (so far) a bit more cumbersome than Brushes, but has definitely possibilities. It allows for text (which I do not have the hang of yet–see above), weird geometric templates (below), and (very cool) mirrored effects in drawing. (See the Siamese Elephant.). (I confess to having finished this last one on Brushes, because I couldn’t figure out how to narrow certain strokes–the air brush style–on Sketchbook Pro.)

At any rate, a very new and odd world for a dabbler like me. I encourage others to give it a try.



Friday Night With iTunes

March 25, 2011

“National Velvet” (With Elephant)

March 24, 2011

With great affection.

Freezing Rain (March Madness Without Basketball)

March 23, 2011

Pearl doesn't like it.