Michelle Kogan is an artist, illustrator, instructor, and writer, creating colorful allegorical figure, flora and fauna paintings and children's illustrations, which have a sensitivity to endangered species, and the environment. She is an art instructor at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and the Evanston Art Center and offers Plein Air Painting Workshops at nature venues in the Chicago area including the Lincoln Park Conservatory, Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum, and Lurie Gardens at Millennium Park. Visit her online Etsy Shop at: http://www.MichelleKoganFineArt.etsy.com and her website: http://www.michellekogan.com
Michelle, your poem and drawing are beautiful. I love your use of onomatopoeia, your use of “din” and “perseveres.” It’s great when birds keep singing despite loud sounds. Last week, April 1 was sunny. My cat and I were happily listening and watching the birds outside our window. My cat Tigress chirps like a meerkat, which she was doing at the birds; I was writing. All of a sudden, I heard this loud pinging instead of bird song. I got up, Tigress woke up from her cat nap and we looked outside to no sun and dime-sized hail pinging all over. We were both surprised. After that it sleeted, rained, and snowed; all without bird song or any sight of birds. It made a good equation poem for Laura’s blog, though. Anyway, my connection to your poem is storms sometimes din bird song. Thank you for sharing.
Michelle, your poem and drawing are beautiful. I love your use of onomatopoeia, your use of “din” and “perseveres.” It’s great when birds keep singing despite loud sounds. Last week, April 1 was sunny. My cat and I were happily listening and watching the birds outside our window. My cat Tigress chirps like a meerkat, which she was doing at the birds; I was writing. All of a sudden, I heard this loud pinging instead of bird song. I got up, Tigress woke up from her cat nap and we looked outside to no sun and dime-sized hail pinging all over. We were both surprised. After that it sleeted, rained, and snowed; all without bird song or any sight of birds. It made a good equation poem for Laura’s blog, though. Anyway, my connection to your poem is storms sometimes din bird song. Thank you for sharing.