Archive | February 2017

Comme des Garcons

This Japanese brand can be translated “for the boys”. Last week I acquired a cute pair of sneakers. The heart with the eye is a symbol the brand uses for its “play” line. I cut these out of the shoe box to do a tribute collage. 

Here are my sneakers. 

When I worked with Kerfe at a certain textile company we had a very stylish and demonic boss named Linda. She used to call high end stores in the city searching for items of clothing; I’m sure Comme des Garcons was one of her favorites. She would call around demanding that they see if they had a certain coat or dress. I was secretly impressed with this. She was well dressed, I’ve got to give her that. 


Comme des Garçons is owned by Rei Kawakubo, whose designs are unique. The clothing can be found at Dover Street Market in NYC, Tokyo and at Comme des Garçons stores. No buzz marketing here–most of the line is very pricey. Glad I got the sneakers though. 

Bridge

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Light reveals an opening, a net
caught by what is broken, muddied, wet;
scattered stones and history unmet.

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Tangled edges under/over ground,
traveling as lines that make no sound,
camouflaged by fragments lost, unbound.

What remains? The inside of the fray:
all the shadowed hours that mark the day.
Every path holds dreams, or so they say.

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I decided to do something a little different for Sue Vincent’s “Bridge” photo prompt, below, this week.  I took the photo and abstracted it and then painted it.  I wanted to have a subtle color variation, so I used only 5 colors (green, orange, 2 browns, and grey) plus black and white, and mixed them in different proportions.

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The poem is in a form that Jane Dougherty used a few days ago, which has 3 stanzas of 3 rhyming lines each, with each line containing 9 syllables.  I liked the rhythm, and playing with numbers and words is something I enjoy.  I always find that thinking about rhymes, too, causes me to see things I might otherwise not.

 

It’s Selfie Day! Self Portrait #18

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Teresa reminded me on last month’s selfie day that I’ve been falling behind in my monthly self-portraits.  This is another one based on a Vanessa Bell painting, with commentary by the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.  I did it twice, although I’m not that crazy about either version.  Perhaps I’ve been away from painting for too long.  Or maybe it’s the blue in the eyes.

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dreaming
in elaborate languages
asleep
in moon skin
singing
beneath the shadow
of time

You can see the entire self-portrait series so far here.

Moon of Wandering

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Moon of wandering:
door or window?  Marked by trails
of lingered friends.  Tears.

Untested. Eons before
and after.  Dead reckoning.

Once again I’ve combined the word prompts (or synonyms) of the secret keeper and Colleen’s tanka challenge.  Colleen also provided the mysterious picture, below.

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Little scene seen while walking the dogs 

A couple was sitting on their couch watching the Simpsons. It was such a cute little vignette; I drew it the next day from memory. 

Postcard Fiction: Empty Handed

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how come nobody
why inside why
gone silent
transparent breath
empty handed

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Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction painting, above, by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes , is once again ambiguously suggestive.

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And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…

 

 

Manhattan Bridge

An unusual view of the bridge from a photo by @simplesimonsays. 

Here’s the drawing in just pencil. 

Draw The Line is live: 120+ artists show positive political actions that anyone can take

Now this is a great idea…I just had to pass it along.

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As you may remember, back in October, I went for a run and came back with a glimmer of an idea.

Remind me not to go running again: that little seed grew into a project that has taken up every spare moment since then. But today, most of the hard work is over. Today we launch Draw The Line.

Draw The Line

It’s been astonishing to watch, as what I’d conceived as a modest small press project blossomed, and more and more comic artists came on board (139 of them at the final count). Every single one of them is a superstar in my books, but it’s perhaps worth mentioning the bigger names, just to underline how the project grew so much bigger than I’d imagined. So, look out for work by Rachael Ball, Hannah Berry, Kate Charlesworth, Hunt Emerson, Kate Evans, Karrie Fransman, James Harvey, Lucy Knisley, Dave McKean, Fumio Obata…

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Shadows Meet

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Time moves west;
 other worlds await.
Shadows meet
and merge, cast into darkness–
outlines projected against
the last light of day.

summerhouse silhouetted against a dawn sky

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s prompt, the photo titled “Tryst” , above.  I softened the original collage with a Photoshop filter to give it more of a dusky feeling.

Emoji Haiku

Write: pictures talk. 

I like emoji and have since they made their way from Japan. So cute, so 😇 innocent, so fun. 

There are twenty five animals not counting fish🐠and amphibians🐊. There are bugs too. All kinds of other ones like foods and faces. But this post is just animals. 

They looked lonely when I painted them just by themselves so I put the conversation bubble around them. 

Have an emoji day 😀😘🐶🎼👍🏻.