Saturday, July 28, 2012

King of the Jungle

"Lions Head"  ©Maleko 2012
Colored Pencil and Pastels     8x10 inches

A drawing inspired by my recent 30 year high school reunion, which I did not attend but as part 
of the group on facebook I got to thinking about old friends and memories of my alma mater so 
I completed this drawing of the school mascot using the school colors for the background.  
Proud to always be a Lion!   Borah High School - Boise, Idaho   Class of 1982

This drawing is available in fine art prints and greeting cards at my site on FineArt America

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

A Cow's Life

Quietly standing along the fence at night
Watching cars disappear out of sight

Photo courtesy of
Grazing contentedly in fields of clover
Then laying down and rolling over

No worries, no cares, living unaware
Not even a thought of what to wear

But cows are haunted by dreams
Searching for what it all means

Visions come early and come late
Of cheeseburgers upon a plate

©Maleko 2012

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Butterfly Art Collage

"Distractions softly hover in the corners of my mind 
like a butterfly haunts a flower." ~M
"Butterfly Collage"   ©Maleko 2012
Colored Pencils, Watercolors, Pen/Ink, Pastels and Crayons - Collage created using PicMonkey

I only ask to be free.  The butterflies are free.  ~Charles Dickens

"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, 
freedom and a little flower."  ~Hans Christian Andersen

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, 
if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.  ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

The butterfly is a flying flower, The flower a tethered butterfly.
~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.  
~Rabindranath Tagore

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone 
through to achieve that beauty.  ~Author Unknown
I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, 

or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.  ~Chuang Tzu

Friday, July 20, 2012

Imagination (Free Write Friday)

Once upon a time there was a girl...

"A what?"
"A girl!"
"Oh, that is what I thought you said, okay continue."

There was a girl, who lived in a small village in a valley beneath the shadow of a very large mountain.  Her whole life she had heard the villagers call the mountain the Imagination.  She often wondered what they meant by that, but grown-ups often did not like to explain things to the little ones.  The mountain towered over everything around it but no one ever ventured past the lower slopes, but no one could tell you why.  It was just the way it was and had always been.

Every day when the girl awoke she would stare with wonder at the mountain.  Although her life was happy and carefree she often day dreamed about exploring the mountain and often wondered what was truly there.  She would ride her horse around the foot of the mountain outside the village, but never venturing far from the known tracks.  She had been warned that there may be evil that lurks upon the Imagination.

"Whoa, this story is taking a turn and I'm not sure..."
"Okay, just settle down and listen."

One day the girl while out riding early in the morning she came to a split in the trail that she had somehow always missed before.  The normal trail continued straight ahead but on this morning she could see an almost hidden trail that circled around the trunk of a giant tree and then disappeared deeper into the forest.  After hesistating for only a moment she quickly spurred her pony and started down the new path.  It quickly began to climb and a small voice inside her head whispered this may not be a good thing.  But her heart knew this path of Imagination she was on was the right one.

Because of that choice to follow her heart and not her head she was lead higher up the mountain.  The terrain got more rocky and even, but her sure footed pony had no problem.  Around mid-day she stopped for a snack of chips and chocolate that she always brought along on her rides.  She also shared an apple with her horse as they rested by a small clear brook.  Shortly she continued on down the trail steadily climbing higher and higher towards the sky.  She could not see the top of the mountain due to the thickness of the forest around her so had no idea how high she and her pony had climbed.

Because of that she suddenly found herself exiting the forest of trees into an large open meadow just below the summit of the mountain, still covered lightly in snow.  The meadow was covered with wild flowers of every color and on the far side stood a castle in the sun with flags streaming above in the gentle breeze.  She heard what sounded like a small stream and also spotted a tree with brilliant orange-brown leaves next to the castle.  She quickly spurred her pony and they galloped across the meadow and up to the tree.  It was at that moment that she realized the trees leaves where actually barbeque potato chips and around the trunk ran a small stream of chocolate milk!  She was astonished, until she heard a voice speak from the window high up on a castle turret.  "Child, help yourself and you are always welcome here!"  The voice dispelled any fear and apprehension she had felt and she quickly picked chips from the tree and filled her saddle bags.  She also filled her canteen with chocolate milk and settled back in the cool grass to rest.  She wished she could stay her forever.

Until finally, the voice spoke again calmly but with authority, "Child you must return now" and she knew her parents would be worried if she did not return soon.  She slowly started down the mountain sad that she must leave, but promised herself that she would return soon and often to what she now considered her mountain.  Knowing that her Imagination could always take her there and would forever be right where she left it.

©Maleko 2012

(The above was written for Free Write Friday using what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just write!  The story was prompted by the image below, please check out Kellie Elmore's blog  for more information on Free Write Friday's, twitter hashtag #FWF)

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Love Hurts

"Love Hurts"     Colored Pencils & Pastels        7x9 inches
(border added using Paint Shop Pro)              Maleko ©2012

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Friday the 13th, the Day After

Photography taken the night of a lightning and thunderstorm over the Pacific Northwest, July 2012.

The above #mircropoetry was written in response to an 
image prompt  from  Kellie Elmore about Friday the 13th 
for Free Write Friday (#FWF).

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Freedom Running

Standing in the silence of the morning sun
Listening to the breeze blowing in the sage
A distant rumbling thunder begins to grow
Shaking the ground with a chorus of echos
Photo courtesy of
Over the ridge I see them from afar
Majestic and regal as swiftly they come
Clouds of dust rising from their hoofs
Running just for the love and freedom
Manes and tails blowing in the wind
I raise my arms in silent reverie
Watching the herd my heart is overcome
I feel their freedom surging in my blood
A fighting symbol of our mighty land
The last of their kind holding out
Still proud and defiant to the end
As they soar over the ground
Freedom calls and beckons us to follow
©Maleko 2012

This is my writing for Free Write Friday (#FWF) sponsored by Kellie Elmore on the topic of Freedom!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

4th of July

"Wings of Life"   Pastels & Colored Pencils on black paper
©Maleko 2012

I am proud to be an American and celebrate our country on the 4th of July. But more than this 
I am a child of God first, with an assurance of eternal life no matter what this life here on 
earth may bring.  I am thankful that I have the freedom to worship Jesus. God Bless!

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Coloring Outside the Lines

If we are to truly get close to God or any other human being we must be willing to cross the lines we have drawn for our lives.  These lines serve as boundaries keeping others out, not as we tell ourselves to simply avoid being hurt. We must hug those lines and even be willing to cross over them.  

Free will allows us to be the artist of our lives and to create a work of life that is us.  We only reach that place of breakthrough when we move past what is comfortable, what is known, what is expected into the absurd.  We must color outside the lines and allow the colors to run to mix and mingle with the colors of others.  Only then will a truly new thing emerge; a new hue, a new shade.

In the beginning the lines serve to define and differentiate us, but overtime they come to limit and isolate us.  The community, the life we yearn for is only found in the anxiety of mystery.  We must choose to walk into the darkness of our hearts, search the undiscovered shining a light into the dark corners.  And by the grace of God find our true purpose to be a blessing and impact the lives of others.