I was doing a cleaning of my art room and found some stuff that had slipped through the cracks, so to speak. This piece was done from parts of a very old etching with glued on elements. I found some other things that I will also post. It seems like I am the owner of endless art work.
I was cleaning out my art room and found a bowl of little paintings that I never made into greeting cards. I think they look kind of cool all together, collage-like a la Kerfe!
The endangered gray bat lives in caves in the southeastern United States. The commercialization of caves has led to human disturbance during crucial times for the bats, such as hibernation or when rearing young. In addition, flooding, both natural and due to reservoir building, has reduced the number of caves available. The use of pesticides and other poisons also has reduced the population.
The only mammal capable of true flight, bats are an important part of their environments. They provide pollination for night-blooming plants, seed dispersal, and insect control, especially of mosquito populations.
I used to do a lot of tissue paper on glass. Somehow this one has survived for many years. It’s a long piece of glass, about 4′, and I could only photograph a close up. I don’t know how old it is, at least thirty years or more. Very fun and cheerful piece.
Sunday I attended a tour of Trinity Cemetery sponsored by the Municipal Art Society of New York. I often walk by the church and grounds, and I’ve always wanted to go inside and wander around.
The tour was led by Eric K. Washington, a local historian and writer. He knows how to tell a good story that includes both gossip and historical fact. He even has illustrations to show on his iPad. We wandered through the grounds for several hours, stopping a number of times to listen to Eric talk about particular people and graves.
The Uptown Trinity Church Cemetery is the only active cemetery in Manhattan. Ed Koch is buried here, as well as dancer Geoffrey Holder, whom I spoke about in my post on October 14. (https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/2014/10/14/dancing-is-the-poetry-of-the-foot/)
Other notable residents include artist John James Audubon, poet Clement Moore, author Ralph Ellison, circus performer Richard Sands, Eliza Jumel, Dr. David Hosack, Sisters Mercedes de Acosta and Rita de Acosta Lydig, and John Jacob and many other Astors, including Buddy Astor the family dog. All worth a google!
It was a beautiful fall day, and the grounds are fertile for photography. Stories, both obvious and hidden, lie in wait everywhere.
As the cemetery is located on one of the highest points in Manhattan, there is a nice view of the Hudson River, New Jersey, and the George Washington Bridge.
I was fighting with my husband over everything last night: his mess in the house, our dependent daughter, my being sick and tired of work, just about everything. I went to bed mad and pissed off. This is how I look and feel this morning. I hope a shower will help because I have to go to work and display my sunny personality. I think I really caught my wrinkly neck.
I often have these critters right outside my kitchen window. They live in the giant oak trees around my house and every time I try to get a shot of them, they are gone. This guy today was eating something huge, I don’t know what, but I finally was quick enough with the iPad to catch him noshing. Everyone says that the quantities of acorns indicate a severe winter, and there are quite a lot. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
play seriously impersonate
yourself with dignity
allegory lyric pageantry
and spare precision
be human be
I previously posted a dancer from my 1982 Masks-and-Poetry journal. The illustrations are more interesting to me now than the words, but some of the phrases are salvageable, and this one, severely cut and mashed up a bit, seems appropriate to the season and the mask.