Bridge over Passaic River

A small bridge in Paterson. The river runs all through Paterson and culminates at the Great Falls. This was a rush job as I didn’t want to break my run of posts.#World Watercolor Month

Saturday fail

I held this one up to my husband. “What do you think?”  He had a funny look and I could tell he didn’t like it, especially that shape on the top. I scrawled the words on the shape thinking it might help. Sometimes a painting doesn’t work out that well and that’s okay too. Have a great Saturday. 

Call and Response: July Landscape

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When Nina posted her July landscape, below, she talked about possibly meeting with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.  I loved her painting so much I did a collage response, and met with the Oracle myself for some poetic commentary, using Colleen’s poetry prompts for this week as well.

wild sanctuary
growing quiet beneath cloud
breezes blossoming

ancient path walks with windsong
wandering through rooted air

We have done a number of these collaborations in the past, but not recently.  I love especially Nina’s landscapes, which always give me a lot of fertile ground for collage.

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It’s Saturday!  The Oracle is ready and waiting.

 

Rowers

A bunch of rowers out on the water. Freedom, fresh air, a perfect way to start the weekend. 

A grouping

A bunch of some of the paintings of the last week or so. 

Precipice version 2

Something made me paint this picture a second time. I wanted to make the figures bigger so I could paint their features better. I think this one was more successful. 

Here’s the two of them together on the wall. 

Window

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Table in the sun
still holding its vacancy—
the cat is not there.

Rose of Sharon flowering
through light of summer’s return.

Lillian at dVerse proposed we take a photo through one of our windows and respond in poetry.  The words I’ve read have been really evocative, and of course, there’s the chance to look into another’s intimate space.

This was taken from my kitchen.  For most of the time I’ve lived here, I would look out and see my neighbor’s cats, who spent many of their days lounging in what passes for my back yard, often on this table. We got to know each other well, and I still look for them, even though all of them are gone now.

Her current cats prefer to stay indoors.

Precipice


Three guys in suits standing on a mountaintop. The one on the left is my father. A strange photo I found and I don’t know why they were standing in this spot. 

Here’s the original photo. 

Headline Haiku: in which endings are both lost and multipled (War is Not Healthy #3)

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Silence weeps
and eyes refuse sight.
No questions
can be posed,
nor answers given. Light is
erased. Dust and blood.

The news we see now is overwhelmed with US–our own politics are so chaotic and overwhelming that what is going on in the rest of the world seems almost to have disappeared.  This Headline Haiku was done by me months ago, from what seems to have been a different lifetime of everyday concerns and headlines.

But people are still dying in, and fleeing from, Syria.  And the world still seems paralyzed in response.

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My two previously posted Headline Haikus about Syria are currently appearing in the exhibit “We the People: Political Art in an Age of Discord” at the Barrett Art Center, in Poughkeepsie, NY.  All the work in the show is posted online here; Trump is definitely there, but not always front and center.

Out of sight
eyes and ears closing
refugees
out of mind
desperate lost abandoned
Is this will divine?

Politics is local, but we are connected in humanity and survival with all the peoples of the world.  We should not forget that.

 

Messenger

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swift shadow
against trees and sky
black on blue
a prism
reflecting feathers and air
shapeshifting through light

corvid in flight - Sue Vincent

A shadorma and collage for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, this week.  I can never resist a crow.

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