Archive | March 2016

What Part 2

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what of the air  what of the earth
water and fire all giving birth
seed and decay constant return

blue into green  green into brown
reaching for heights tumbling down
growing to shine sparkle and burn

seasons repeat present and new
brown into green  green into blue
always the time celebrate mourn

A nove otto in response to Jane Dougherty’s challenge this week.  I divided it into 3 stanzas.

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The collage was inspired by one the landscapes Nina posted in January.

Paintbrushes and Popsicles

I’m always looking for ideas to paint or draw and take a lot of photos. I thought these two images went together well.  

   
Art is everywhere!

What

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O my soul
What curse is this? what
eternal
death will sing
sinking down down beneath the
dreadful silence O!

my soul

This hymn was singing in my mind yesterday.  I rearranged the words.

Junk Mail Art: Call and Response 4

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Yes I know…wings again.  You may not see them, but they are waiting for you.

Collaboration #4 with the advice of the wonderful Claudia McGill.

You can see them all here.

Blue Roses

I found an old skirt in the attic. It didn’t fit me anymore but I really like the design and decided to cut it up for a collage painting. 

I started by decoupaging the cut out roses onto the heavy watercolor paper I’ve been using.  

 
I painted in the leaves and stems in brown and then just let it happen. Here is a shot of the skirt; it is an interesting textile. I seem to be exploring my old textile design roots but I’m not fighting it! 

 
Woke up to snow on the ground. Happy Spring!

Almost Spring

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“They throw the ball, I hit it; they hit the ball, I catch it.”
–Willie Mays

“Wait till next year” they
say, and here are arms to throw
a curve, a fast ball.

Who can say that I
will not be able to hit
that ball out, send it

much farther than they
have ever seen?  to reach up, hit
the stars with that ball.

Listen closely:  I
can hear bats sing.  Come catch
the magic of it.

As usual:  explanations.  Laura at Create Art Everyday asked me awhile ago to put my Mets obsession on hold and draw Chris Davis, who plays first base for her team, the Baltimore Orioles.  I had been planning to, and got an extra push with a poetic prompt from Colleen and Ronovan:  write something based on a quote you find inspiring.  The theme was “wisdom”, and who is wiser about baseball (and life) than Willie Mays?

Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge

Quotes are perfect for shovel poems:  look at the last word of each line.

Opening Day Sunday April 3!  The real first day of spring!

What Does This Mean?

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nothing is there        what does this mean?
knock at the door  pass in between
as if possessed  spiritual dream
needs to be seen  needs to be seen

the outer edge  a spiral shift
imprecise blue  cosmos is glimpsed
visions reborn  new dawn eclipsed
changes are swift  changes are swift

messages from  next higher plane
emerging forms  transcendent state
purpose in mind  always in vain
questions remain  questions remain

art like a thought  galactic death
end of the world  portal of breath
moment in time        what happens next?
paths intersect  paths intersect

not of the hand  not of the eyes
essence of how  essence of why
still in the dark        chaos replies
the answer lies the answer lies

A monotetra from Jane Dougherty’s weekly challenge.

Both artwork and poem were inspired by Hilma af Klint, a Swedish mystic who painted more than a thousand of her visions and messages from spirits from the late 1800s until her death in 1944.  During her lifetime, no critic or gallery owner championed her art. And since her will requested that the paintings not be shown until 20 years after her death, it was only in the 1980’s that the work began to be seen and to reach a wider audience.

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She experimented with geometry and automatic drawing in parallel with well-known modernist artists like Klee, Kandinsky, Mondrian, and the Delaunays.  Like them, she was also influenced by the spiritualist and occult movements of the early 20th century.

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To make my collage I first drew two abstract landscapes, one on black paper and one on white paper.  I was originally going to do another grid with them, but after seeing Hilma af Klint’s painting, I was inspired to be a bit more adventurous with my cutting and pasting.

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Hilma af Klint’s paintings can currently be seen at the Serpentine Galleries in London.

Face in the Mirror, poem by Kerfe Roig (MY MANE MEMORIES Poetry and Prose Series)

And on a lighter note…

Silver Birch Press

roig_illustrationFace in the Mirror
by Kerfe Roig

I
had long
beautiful
hair. Straight. Waist-length.
What was I thinking?
I was thinking: Change. New.
Reinvention. I thought: Bold.
Happy. Admiration. Envy.
Compliments and An Exciting Life.
Blame it on Charley’s Angels. Blame it
on Carly, Fashion, Photographs
in Magazines, Vanity…
But wait—didn’t I feel
uncomfortable,
didn’t I know?
That mirror
was not
me.

Illustration by the author, with a nod to Man Ray

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: In the 1970s, a graduate of fashion school and working in the fashion industry, I decided I needed a makeover. So I cut the long straight hair that remained from my hippie days and embarked on a series of permanents. It didn’t take too long for me to realize that the hair I was born with suited me best, and it has remained straight ever since.

roig_photoABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words…

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Blackout Poem from the NY Daily News

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Violence, mayhem, racism
natural progression
us against them
unleashing the hate

Alarming
complicit
frightening
ugly

Who could be the most
intolerant
screaming insults

Did any of them care enough
?

Guns are our friends
black lives don’t matter
a flash point
Hell

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Linda Stasi’s column Sunday about the Republican candidates in the NY Daily News really struck a chord with me.  It wasn’t difficult to construct a blackout poem from her words.

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Have we really fallen to these depths?

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You can read the full column here.