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The instruments in this painting were drawn from small instruments in my music box. The characters were drawn from my imagination. I used a pen, then painted with watercolor, then used pen again. The all over chaotic lines complement the title of the story, “All Together Now”, taken from a Beatles’s song.

Milo Goes Over The Rainbow Bridge
When it was time for Milo to go over the rainbow bridge he didn’t fight or fuss at all He stepped onto a surfboard and picked up a guitar, then pushed off and caught a wave. He strummed the guitar softly: he liked the sound that it made.
When he reached the peak of the bridge he saw the wonderful world that awaited him on the other side. He began his descent of the bridge and a happy school of fish came to the surface to greet him. Milo waved to them, and they swam and blew bubbles in delight. . The bank where the rainbow bridge ended was full of brightly colored flowers that blew gently in the wind.
Millo landed on the soil between the flowers, careful not to crush any of the delicate petals. He got off his surfboard and turned around to see Mike and Carrie on the other side of the bridge.
He whispered, “I made it. Don’t be sad. Everything is going to be ok.”

Milo, Swallows and the Light is a series of blind contour pencil drawings, Chinese style ink paintings, and dots of watercolor paint. I have always enjoyed contour drawing. Mr. Robinson, my favorite high school art teacher, introduced me to vine charcoal figure drawing, and I continued the study in many years of college classes. With the blind contour method my eyes go around and over contour surfaces and my pencil follows with one line without stopping. It is always a surprise to see how it turns out. About 10 years ago I found a step by step exercise in painting a swallow with 8 strokes. I immediately saw a world of possibilities in paint the birds in groups, with flowers, combined with pastel or watercolor, and now around cats. I have made thousands of swallow paintings, and demonstrated the ink painting technique to hundreds of groups of children. The dot of watercolor is a counterbalance to the movement of the birds and the weight of the cat. It could represent the sun, a bright light, or the spirit of God. In many of the paintings Milo and the swallows seem aware of or drawn to the light.

Milo the cat enjoys sunbathing in the light. He is amused by the zipping around of the little birds. The swallows feel the energy of the light, and are moved to fly in rotation around Milo. They are comforted by the sound of his gentle sleeping purr. Milo and the swallows dance gracefully to the life force of the light.

Stories and Paintings

by Michael Corob

This painting was originally designed to be drawn on a6x6 foot square at a chalk festival- this is why the birds are so simple and the colors are bright and happy. The large arms lead to an apple they hold, the most important part of the painting. The title, Blessing, is my belief of what eating the apple means. After eating the apple Adam and Eve left the garden to be God’s partner in spreading his light to the rest of the world that he created. This was the original blessing.

        Blessing

They could have picked any apple from the tree, but something told them that this one was special. It was supple and smooth, radiant red and surprisingly warm to the touch. The birds sensed something, and they eagerly awaited what would happen next. The couple knew the apple was a blessing. They were ready for lay ahead of them outside the garden, and for a moment frozen in time, Adam and Eve enjoyed holding the apple before everything changed.

A few months ago I studied a step by step lesson on painting a panda in an Chinese painting book. The eyes, nose, mouth and ears were painted first, and time and time again I ran out of room on the page to fit the body and back legs. I decided to allow the panda to be enormous and go off the page, then paint small birds to add to the sense of scale. That lead me to the thought of a story, that the panda was only a baby, and the birds could some how tell she needed their help. It was a reminder for me to stop and help someone people in need when I encounter them, rather than doing what is easy and flying by.

Gift for a Panda
Anna was a happy baby panda who more than anything else loved to sit on branch and chew bamboo stalks, so you can imagine how heartbroken she was when a loud noise startled her and she dropped her snack.She cried as she watched it fall, and a pair of swallows watched it as well.

Sally and Cindy swallow glanced at each other, and without hesitation caught the bamboo before it reached the ground and headed towards the panda. The panda was enormous, and with one swipe of her massive paw could crush their small bodies, but they knew what was right to do. They sang a quivering song to calm their nerves.

Anna stopped sobbing when she heard the song.When she saw them tremble, she was touched by their kind act. A happy tear rolled her furry face, and she extended her paw to welcome them. The birds winced when they saw the massive paw head towards them, but when they saw Anna’s gentle eyes they knew they were safe.The panda’s white fur felt soft and warm to the swallows, who gently released the bamboo plant from their beaks. Anna lifted her paw towards her eyes to get a better look at her tiny friends. A warm glow seemed to fill the forest, and for a moment, everything was calm and peaceful.

The quiet was interrupted by a low growl from Anna’s stomach. The birds hopped off, flapped their little wings, and they fluttered away. Anna held on tightly to her bamboo snack and waved good by to her kind tiny friends.When they were a safe distance away they waved back.

In honor of our 35th wedding anniversary, I gave Carrie a vase of garden flowers. As is our custom, I painted an image of it and printed it on a card for her. Inside the card was this poem.

The   Calla Lily the first to notice it.
There was something unusual about shape of the swallows.
The Geraniums thought that they were a special breed
that had colored markings.
The Lilacs thought that the glow
surrounded them like a fresh scent.
The Rose knew what it was: Love.
“The birds have been together for a long time,
and love each other very much.
Their glow grows deeper and richer,
and makes them happy and strong.”
The other flowers nodded
and wished that they were birds.
The swallows smiled at each other, and for a moment,
imagined that the flowers were looking at them.
They laughed, then said at the same time,
“We still have the glow!”

 

 

 

I painted a chair for a fundraiser for the Friends of the Santa Maria library. Participants were asked to paint an image from a book or a story. My favorite story is the Garden of Eden section of the bible.  In 2000 I wrote the first version of how I imagine that the story could have been. In the next few weeks I will post images and stories about Adam and Eve and other trees in and around the garden.

From  “….and God Cheered, a Creation Story” C 2000, Michael Corob

God realized that taking care of the planet and all of his creations would be a big job, so he made a special animal to help him. God spent a long time giving the new animal all the features and qualities that it would need, including a compassionate heart and a strong mind. He named him Adam, which means “first helper”. God was happy with his newest creation and he cheered.

Although Adam worked hard tending to the crops and the animals, he soon tired. The morning after he was created he came to God and asked, “Hey big guy, how about giving me some help down here. I didn’t know it was going to be such a tough job.”

God created Eve to be Adam’s partner. God was content with his creations and he rested comfortably. He saw that Adam and Eve worked hard, and he thought that they deserved a nice place to rest too, so he made the Garden of Eden for them. God was happy, and he cheered.

God placed all of his nicest creations in the garden: lush trees for shade and food, brightly colored flowers for decoration, a cool river to drink from and to play in, and singing birds and dancing fish for entertainment. Adam and Eve loved their new play land, and they sang songs of praise and thanks to God daily.

The couple spent nearly all of their time dancing and playing in the garden, and God worried that they would neglect the work that he had planned for them. He wondered if making the garden was such a good idea after all. He loved his children, but he knew that they needed to leave the garden if they were going to help him.

He came up with a plan to get his children to leave the garden without punishing them, and he asked Serpent for assistance. Serpent was reluctant to do anything for anyone, but when God told him that it would mean that there would be more fruit for him with the Adam and Eve out of the garden, he agreed.

God told Adam and Eve that they could eat from any tree except for the one in the center of the garden, and if they ate the fruit on that tree that they would have to leave the garden. They knew that eating the fruit was wrong, but seeing the beautiful red apples was tempting. They saw Serpent pick one and take a bite without God punishing it, so when the snake offered an apple to them, their resistance was easily broken.

When God saw that Adam and Even had eaten the apple, he told them that they would have to leave the garden.  Before they left, God gave his children a handful of fruit tree seeds. He lovingly explained to them that life outside the garden would be hard at first, but that he would be everywhere to guide them. He instructed them to plant the seeds wherever they went, tend to the trees that grew, and be kind to every living thing. He promised that if he did this that they would have all the riches of the garden wherever they went. God reminded them that that no matter where they were or what they did that he would always love them and be with them.

Adam and Eve waved good by to God and to the animals in the garden. They followed God’s advice, planting trees where ever they went, and being kind to living things. They spoke to God often, and soon were blessed with many children. As promised, the trees grew great crops…. and God Cheered.

 

 

 

Since we were married in 1981, every year Carrie and I have sent a holiday card with an image  of my art to family and close friends. Since our children were small, every year we sent a holiday letter sharing the changes, passions and highlights of each member. This year we decided to share  our ideas in a poem matched to my image, which is an ink and pastel painting. We hoped that readers could see us, and see themselves. Several people have told us that the words touched something in them, or that they cried when they read the poem.

That makes us happy. Time will tell if we go back to writing letters.

We Are

We are the green bird,
flying gentle circles through yearly celebrations and milestones,                                         peaceful in the lush greenery in our community.                                                                               We are the blue bird, happy to watch our pair of feline flowers open,                                         then retreat to nap on our laps, then open again.We are the vase,                                                  glowing with pride for our two wonderful independent daughters,                                           passionately finding their place in the world.

We are the leaves,                                                                                                                             working hard, doing our jobs, turning sunlight into energy to help flowers grow.                         We are the flowers, blooming gracefully,                                                                                         aware of God’s beauty unfolding naturally through us.

We are the artist,                                                                                                                           responding with joy to the beauty around us through song, words and art.                                     We are the pastel colors,                                                                                                                     gently blending the cooler hues of middle age into a happy inner glow.
We are the painting,                                                                                                                      balancing all aspects our lives in harmony as well as we can.

We are the giver of gifts,                                                                                                                  finding satisfaction in knowing we have helped others to be happy.                                               We are the dreamers,                                                                                                                hoping that you too find peace, joy and love in your life                                                                 through the holidays and in the coming year.

Michael Corob 12/27/2015

I made this ink painting yesterday as a demonstration for the grand opening of the Valley Art Gallery, Even before I finished it, someone asked me if they could purchase it from me. Of course I said yes. It was a great day for the gallery: at least 70 visitors. and most of them were in the gallery for the first time, We hope they come back again with friends!

I posted the image and comment on Facebook last night, and within hours, I had 13 likes and 2 comment. This made me feel good, and inspired me to write this poem.

360 Degrees

“Follow me for a lesson.” commanded the mother swallow.
Her children were happy to comply.
They knew that follow the leader with Mother
lead to fun adventures and new ideas.
Mother swooped down and around a potted plant.
“Try to find the best angle to see beauty.” she suggested.
Her youngest son followed her mother’s movements,
careful to fly where she flew and to look where she looked.
“This angle is the best,” he declared. “Everything is beautiful.”
Her older child followed his mother’s path, but flew upside down.
“The world looks amazing this way,” he said.
“This has to be the best angle.”
“You are both right,” Mother explained.
“In fact, it would not matter which angle you look,
If you look for beauty in the world,
you will find it where ever you look.”
Her sons flew 360 degrees again, turning, smiling, and laughing.
Mother was happy that they had learned the lesson:
seeing beauty is a state of mind, not a treasure to find.
Michael Corob
10/25/2015