tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36730313847567102492024-03-04T20:21:13.488-08:00The Wonderful World of Mark WhitcombeTravis Greenleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964584538649942942noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673031384756710249.post-64421351782752278292015-11-22T23:31:00.001-08:002016-06-14T16:02:09.346-07:00TRAWLER ON THE HARD<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="background-color: white;">Entry: <span style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"This connection, you see, between the sea and me, </i></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="bv685-0-0"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="background-color: white;">Is a complex one, I must say</i></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="bs9r9-0-0"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="background-color: white;">She has left me here so many times, just high and dry, </i></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="fg6fe-0-0"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="background-color: white;">But then returns to whisk me away </i></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="l7c2-0-0"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="background-color: white;">So here I sit, beached and stranded like a whale, </i></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="cbj86-0-0"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="background-color: white;">Drying up, my paint blistering in the sun, </i></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="bo0sg-0-0"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="background-color: white;">And I wonder, 'will she come, will she come...'" </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">Title: "Trawler on the Hard (Green Hull)," 1996, Cowes, England</span></div>
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Travis Greenleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964584538649942942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673031384756710249.post-82904490329379529012011-12-18T19:54:00.000-08:002015-11-02T07:45:48.311-08:00VOYAGE TO APHRODITE <br />
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<i>ENTRY: For a long time we sailed. A long time indeed. To the very ends of the earth, it seemed. The stars, the tides and the horizon played games with our instruments. Dead reckoning became a constant- pure faith and memory, even when memory was failing. And then, just like that...it cleared...and we saw like never before- new, waiting, ready to be discovered. So beautiful and completely breathtaking, as we had never seen her before.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Etching</i></span>Travis Greenleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964584538649942942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673031384756710249.post-6779554936521703002011-11-22T10:14:00.001-08:002022-11-01T11:17:49.269-07:00CONTRIBUTE TO OUR WEB GALLERY!<div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Did you know?</b></span></div><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;">If you own one, a few or many of Mark Whitcombe's pieces, you can feature images of your collection in our growing <i>Web Gallery</i>? Click <b style="color: blue;"><a href="https://whitcombeworld.com/apps/photos">here</a></b> to visit our website and find out how to submit your images. Thanks!</span></div>Travis Greenleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964584538649942942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673031384756710249.post-67080405503121625712011-08-18T20:51:00.000-07:002011-08-19T08:19:43.285-07:00Manhattan Ark<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><u>Entry</u>:<span style="font-size: large;"> <i>At one time, our city was great- shiny, beautiful, bustling with energy. There were dreams of glory and people of such fresh vision for what we would and could be. Though, at first, our future had meaning and purpose, it soon became toxic- plans got out of hand, money became the communication as well as the cause for miscommunication, competition rang out like a bell, no task was too big, no possibility too great. </i></span><br />
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<i>Etching</i>Travis Greenleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964584538649942942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673031384756710249.post-88979513713803064012011-07-28T20:34:00.000-07:002011-11-01T06:56:26.969-07:00OLD KNOCK ABOUT<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Entry</span></b>: <span style="font-size: large;"><i>Each summer season comes and leaves again, just as it arrived, like a fleeting breeze. "Next year," I say every time and every time becomes just another excuse. She sits in the yard year to year. Though sagging in the sod, the grass growing up around her, covering her majesty, still she stands proudly, flaked just as we left her- "Old Knock About" or "Sweet Maiden" waiting for her next voyage. Either way, she's ready and waiting with the patience of a saint saying sweetly, "take me to sea, dear friend, just one more time. I promise to glide as I once did...to fly with the wind...to carry you to uncharted waters. Have no fear, my love, my old trusted friend, I will not disappoint. It is not here that I should rest, but at sea."</i></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><i>Etching 4" x 6"</i>Travis Greenleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964584538649942942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673031384756710249.post-30919211077519648832011-06-28T06:52:00.000-07:002011-06-28T07:29:53.965-07:00CONTRIBUTE TO OUR WEB GALLERY!<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Did you know?</b></span></div><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;">If you own one, a few or many of Mark Whitcombe's pieces, you can feature images of your collection in our growing Web Gallery? Click <b style="color: blue;"><a href="http://markwhitcombeart.webs.com/">here</a></b> to visit our website and find out how to submit your images. Thanks!</span></div>Travis Greenleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964584538649942942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673031384756710249.post-21693742344997172542011-05-19T21:51:00.000-07:002011-06-09T17:04:58.546-07:00CLOUD OF SAILS<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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WatercolorTravis Greenleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964584538649942942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673031384756710249.post-45937780494662751072011-02-18T20:30:00.000-08:002011-11-01T06:59:22.296-07:00STUDIO IN THE SNOW<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">ENTRY: <span style="font-size: large;"><i>It all changes when the snow hits. Things just seem to slow down and take on a new shape. I love the feel of it, when it comes and engulfs my little studio. The smell of wood fire settles in the atmosphere and the drifted landscape becomes a shifting mountainous range. This is the place to be. Solitude has never been so serene.</i></span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b>Entry: </b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Soft cool nights</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>on the wake of summer</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>the tobacco taste on my tongue</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>the sting of my guitar strings</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>etched into my fingertips</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>man, what a session</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>...what an evening</i></span></div></td></tr>
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