The Kick-About #25 ‘The Age Of Aquarius’

Lots of color and light to brighten your day!

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With its associations with protest and freedom of expression, this week’s prompt, courtesy of Kerfe Roig, returns us somewhat to the untaming of our last Kick-About together, but just like everyone else, I suspect, I’ve had the song from Hair going around and around my brain these past two weeks!


Tom Beg

“I apologise in advance to any students of colour-theory who might be seeing these images. While it was made in the spirit of peace and love, it might in fact be the colour equivalent an atomic bomb. Really I just wanted to make the animated tye dye t-shirts while listening to the Broadway cast recording of Hair.”



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Judy Watson

“I did go briefly down a rabbit hole to look up the meaning of the expression in astrological terms. It’s complex but predictably vague and controversial. The Age of Aquarius may have begun in 2600 BCE…

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Weekend Work 4/12/2021

It was a rainy weekend (and a rainy Monday) and I did a bit of painting.

Here’s another one from the weekend:

I got a new batch of black paper, the kind Kerfe sent me. I’m going to keep doing these small paintings for a while or until the muse tells me to move on.

Today is my 40th wedding anniversary. Here’s the inside of the card I made. I blocked out the mushy sentimental stuff.

Have a good week! Nina

Bird of the Day 4/8/21

An angry looking bird from my collection. I didn’t get a chance to paint a new one; this is from a while ago.

Seeing a lot of birds but the most beautiful sight I saw was a larger red-tail hawk teaching two smaller ones how to fly. I wish I’d had my phone so I could have caught it. At least it’s in my memory.

Happy Draw a Bird Day!

Eagle Owl (draw a bird day)

spread your wings
carry the night in
silent flight

The eagle owl is both one of the largest and longest-lived owls. With wing spans up to 6 feet, it has no natural predators, although it is sometimes mobbed by crows. The leading causes of death– electrocution, hunting, and poisoning–are man-made.

Nesting on cliffs or rocky outcrops, it has a wide distribution throughout Europe and Asia. I love its binomial name–Bubo Bubo.

Eagle owls are solitary, territorial, and nocturnal. They can more often be heard, having a large number of vocalizations, than seen.

For Colleen’s #TankaTuesday, poet’s choice.

A Day Late

I’m not sure about this one. Usually the painting tells me what to do next. I added the purple last (on Easter) and I’m not sure it works.

I started a few more over the weekend, none finished.

It’s a lovely day here in NJ. Hope everyone is well! Nina

April 2021 (Renewal)

#6 water lilies s

the seed waits, dreaming–
colors pulse in liquid sound
spirit overflows

This is a reprisal of my April 2015 grid with a new poem for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday, haiku/senryu. The collage and original haiku were inspired by Monet’s waterlilies.

I’m going to continue my monthly grid and draw-a-bird day here, while I will be posting for NaPoWriMo on kblog.

water lilies: green
creeping, imperceptible,
suddenly present

The Kick-About #24 ‘You Were Once Wild Here. Don’t Let Them Tame You’

A quote from Isadora Duncan is the starting point for Kick-About #24.

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Arguably, the wunderkammers gathered together by the likes of Ole Worm – our last prompt – represent pure expressions of human curiosity, untamed by such things as order, category, reason, or taxonomy, where the real and the imaginary are given equal footing. Now, with Isadora Duncan’s clarion call for free expression and non-conformity ringing in our hearts and minds, the kick-abouters this week are running wild and free…


Graeme Daly

“With this week’s prompt being “You were once wild here, don’t let them tame you” I instantly thought about being amongst the countryside of Ireland, and surrounded by flora and fauna. When I was younger, I was wild at heart; I climbed the highest trees, I made hideouts, I swam in rivers. The ground on top of hills surrounded by fairy trees was ground down by my cousins and myself, with our bikes fucked into the nearest ditch. We could…

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Weekend Work 3/29/21

I think I’ll call this one Method To Madness or perhaps Inside a Brain. I’ve been using the slips of paper from the handmade paper Kerfe gave me. I don’t have much left. You have to pull it apart with tweezers to get the good sized slips out.

In this one I used clumps of the paper also:

The clumps became eyes and a mouth. A face seems to find its way into these a lot.

It is a very windy day here in NJ but signs of spring are everywhere. Lots of birds and daffodils making an appearance. We had a quiet Seder this past Saturday and honored my heritage by actually reading the short and elegant Seder we have, written in 1973 by a family friend Rabbi Alvin J. Reines. This Seder focuses on freedom and rebirth.

Have a good week! Nina

The Ways of Self-Salvation (How to Be Born) by Kerfe Roig (HOW TO Series)

My pantoum “The Ways of Self-Salvation” has been published as part of the Silver Birch Press “How To” series.

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expectation-1909The Ways of Self-Salvation (How to Be Born)
by Kerfe Roig

Demanding patience, spirit grows deep—
nourished and carried near to the heart.
Waiting, waiting, my soul for to keep—
shadows breathing and falling apart.

Nourished and carried near to the heart—
the third eye opens, window and mirror.
Shadows breathing and falling apart—
beginning is singing, ending is near.

The third eye opens, window and mirror—
the ripeness growing, large and complete.
Beginning is singing, ending is near—
emptying follows, head and then feet

The ripeness growing, large and complete—
rocking inside a musical voice.
Emptying follows, head and then feet—
atoms laughing in naked warm noise.

Rocking inside a musical voice—
no thoughts to speak, no dreams to word.
Atoms laughing in naked warm noise—
diving like oceans, skying like birds.

No thoughts to speak, no dreams to word—
demanding patience, spirit grows deep.
Diving like oceans, skying…

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Couple of different views

These paintings don’t photograph well. The colors don’t seem right (maybe I mess with the editing too much). I wanted to show a couple of views/closeups.

It’s hard to see the little slips of writing from the paper Kerfe gave me.

One of the patients in out practice is the son of painter Will Barnet; he is a painter in his own right named Peter Barnet. We talk art a lot and he is coming in this week for a visit. I asked him if I could show him these paintings I’ve done on the black paper. No one has seen these in person except for the two I’ve given away.

A better view of the other one from yesterday. A beautiful day here in New Jersey.