I was honored when Freya at Pure Haiku chose me to be the featured writer for the Celestial Bodies theme. It turned out to be a double blessing, as it gave me something tangible to do creatively when a member of my family became ill. He is doing well, but I’m sure most people know the drill with cancer–surgery, and then weeks of radiation and chemo, to be followed by testing and more interventions as needed.
I want to thank everyone for their good wishes, and will try to visit your blogs when I can. Nina and I both hope to be more present in the coming months.
You can find the haiku to go with the illustration above here. Thanks again Freya!
Since I gave my art room to my daughter I have done nothing. There is so much stuff to go through and I’m lazy.
Two jam packed portfolios. These are from the Container Store: quite nice. I stored in these the things I liked best.
Another pile on an abandoned computer desk. What do I do with all this? I’ve had the thought to just give everything away. There’s some good art in here but too much.
Lovely weather here in NJ. Hope everyone enjoys the weekend!
Quiet at work last night and I had a chance to do a sketch: some old buildings in Paterson. I used to work as a real estate appraiser so I learned all the different types of roofs. You don’t see many of these nowadays.
I just found out my DNA: 90% Ashkenazi Jewish and 10% Sephardic North African Jewish. That 10% surprised me. Maybe that’s why I like the Ladino songs so much.
Beautiful day and the weekend is supposed to be great. Happy Father’s Day!
I found an old album of my sister’s. (She died five years ago, would have turned 65 in June 12th). She saved everything: newspaper articles, photos…this photo is of Louis and Allen Ginsberg, father and son poets from my hometown of Paterson, NJ. My father took the picture at an event around 1969 at the Alexander Hamilton Hotel. Louis and Allen read from their works and there was a reception later.
Allen Ginsberg reading. Louis was a good friend of my parents. He was an English teacher at Central High in Paterson. His poems are quite different than his son’s.
A joyous picture of my sister Jane also my my Dad. This album has a lot of treasures in it.
I’ve been in a dry period art wise. The new job is intense and they have me working three nights til 8 PM. I dismantled my art room to give to my daughter who moved home after a breakup. Still haven’t set myself back up.
Birdy relaxing in what was my studio.
I promise I will do some art work soon (Kerfe, this is for you). Just wanted to touch base and say hello.
Kerfe and I miss everyone and we miss WordPress. Kerfe has been dealing with an illness in the family and I…well, still haven’t set my workspace and just general work fatigue. I told Kerfe about the dream and she told me to draw it. I’m at work, nothing but a legal pad and marker. In my dream it was more cloud like, fluffier and dreamlike. Anyway we just wanted to say hi. Kerfe will be back to posting soon and so will I!
song remains as light–
an aural after-image
reflected in green
opening the door to spring–
releasing the burdened night
I missed Draw-a-Bird Day yesterday (again!) but Colleen’s words for Tanka Tuesday were just right for a tribute to the earliest singer of my neighborhood’s dawn.
What lies beyond up?
Shadows, a winding staircase,
a journey without end.
Clouds traveling unwalled–
a fool’s ship, a beggar’s ride,
a castle in the sky.
I had an idea to combine brush paintings of horses with collage, although this wasn’t what I was thinking when I did the horses. Mostly I used horse sculptures as references for my painting, but this one was done from a photo of a horse. I’ll get to the other idea using the other paintings I think.
They say draw what you see. Now I am moving out of my art room.
This is my car in the back and H’s in front. The fence encloses a concrete patio with a non-functioning gas grill, yard with a copper beech tree and some dog-resistant plant life.
I spend a lot of time sitting under that tree. It’s one of the great pleasures in life, living intimately with a tree. In fact, I think I’ll draw it later. Enjoy the weekend.
I consulted the Magnetic Oracle for a haiku to go with my May grid.
moon blossoms between
rain root and seed song—bird boughs
blanket the wild wind
Breath held, returning
we rise, dance the beginning
open to the sun.
Spiraling blessings hum wind,
blood lines quickening, bowing.
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, with synonyms for sing and celebrate. This painting/embroidery is one of the Joan Mitchell inspired pieces I was working on for NaPoWriMo and didn’t finish. So it’s still in progress. I will definitely complete this one, but the rest may be put on hold (along with a pile of others…)
I’m feeling at loose ends, and I need to put my work space in order so I can find what I’m looking for. Still many boxes unopened as well. Time to regroup…but May is starting out with plenty of sunshine! That feels good.