A small painting I had going. I’m out of the large watercolor paper but will get some and continue with the abstracts.
One of the best. Her improvised “Nessun Dorma” at the Grammys was genius. And she made Carole King cry when she sang “Natural Woman” at the Kennedy Honors. R.I.P. Aretha Franklin.
Have a good weekend!
into everything as fire
blended with pure sky
Another abstract just playing with color and shape. It’s fun to do these, layering drips and color while shapes reveal themselves to me.
A couple of closeups. There’s some good painting in here if I do say so myself.
I’ve been painting in my husband’s messy office upstairs, at a repurposed computer desk. It’s not ideal but it’s as good a place as any. Plus I’m messing up the desk and floor with paint so maybe I can eventually take it over as a studio.
Were I Other. Were I spoken in a different voice. Were I fallen into impossibility.
I would be like stars.
I would echo the feeling
that follows the wind.
Were I made of light. Were I pulsing like oceans. Were I to open as wide as never and nothing.
I would radiate
rainbows. I would paint moments
with sound. Fill absence.
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, with synonyms for love and time. I’m not entirely sure this qualifies as a haibun. In the spirit of, anyway.
The embroidered watercolor is a work in progress. I plan to keep embroidering it until I stop.
and becomes its seed,
in departing it arrives,
is it a choice? Who
seeds take root?
Is it a random journey
skies, into flowers,
reaching outward reaching through–
bequeathed into self?
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above. In my default form, shadorma.
A rainy Saturday in northern NJ. Hope everyone is having a good weekend.
“when the leaves turn inside out you know it’s going to rain”. That’s what my sister used to say and she was right.
The sky beneath the stars–
shadowed by the night,
divided by itself.
always pulled away,
divided by itself,
vast and gravitating.
Always pulled away–
completely boundless ancient
vast and gravitating
Completely boundless ancient
held by threads that sail–
tides of wing and air.
Held by threads that sail,
shadowed by the night,
tides of wing and air–
the sky beneath the stars.
This collage was done originally for a Sue Vincent Photo Prompt. I’ve posted the art again, with a new poem, in celebration of the publication of Marianne Szlyk’s book, “On the Other Side of the Window”, which uses it for the cover illustration.
I was delighted when Marianne asked if she could use one of my crow pieces for her book of poems. I know her from her wonderful blog of words, art, and music, “The song is…”, and was pleased also to be able to meet her at the New York Poetry Festival on Governor’s Island a few weeks ago.
Also linked to dVerse open link night , hosted by Lillian. And yes, yet another pantoum.
Not only did Kerfe’s post inspire me, I downright copied her.
I do love owls. Here is a cute one that is now extinct.
The most famous extinct bird of all: the Dodo.
Happy 🦅 day.