Memorial Day 2021
dust and bones haunting
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #193, and in memory of all those who fought and died in all of the world’s many wars. May we one day have no need to ask anyone for such a sacrifice.
traverse (with Thursday Doors)
which side of the door welcomes?
which side retreats?
every opening carries a journey–
without or within?
the threshold faces both ways
Colleen’s #TankaTuesday theme of travel/journeys works well with my twin Thursday doors. I’ve written a gogyohka.
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The Kick-About #28 ‘Prospect Cottage’
Magic worlds inspired by Prospect Cottage.
Our last Kick-About prompt was a painting by Giorgio de Chirico, an artist whose work is characterised by emptied vistas and other-worldly spaces. Inspired by Howard Sooley’s short film, this week’s showcase of new work is inspired by another improbable landscape – the beach at Dungeness and Derek Jarman’s Prospect Cottage and garden.
“I loved Howard Sooley’s film. It is beautifully peaceful. My image, a single one this time, is simply a rendition of Prospect Cottage, with the garden made even more minimalist, save for a few small creatures dotted about. This little exercise was a useful one for me, in that I was consciously dampening down my rather over-excitable palette, and also practising the careful placement of a few elements in a pared back landscape.”
“I met Derek Jarman in about 1991 when we were both involved in…
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sheer and continuous
sparkled currents rising
A badger’s hexastitch for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday prompt, the photo by Trent McDonald, below.
Trent’s photo made me think of all of Sue Vincent’s photo prompts, and all the watercolor mandalas I painted in response to her images. Thanks, Trent, for the equally magical landscape.
This badger’s hexastitch has a very cinquain-like feel to me–not intentional, but I think it works.
Poem up at the Ekphrastic Review
My prose poem Passing, inspired by “After the Storm”, by Istvan Farkas, below, is posted on The Ekphrastic Review today.
It was before and then it was after. The ground was reflected in the monochromatic sky, rising in the disappearing drizzle, held momentarily by the scattered light. The canopy could not be breached, not even by the unveiling here and now.
You can read the entire poem here.
My thanks once again to editor Lorette C. Luzajic for supporting my work and the interaction between the visual and written arts.
It’s Thursday, so I’ll start with the door. My daughters took me to the NY Botanical Garden for Mother’s Day last Sunday. One week late–it was sold out for actual Mother’s Day. We remembered the Rock Garden from a very cold autumn day when we visited a few years ago and this was the only warmish place.
There were still pockets of flowers to be seen, but the overall impression was very green. We’ve had a lot of rain.
Water is part of the landscape throughout the garden.
And, of course, rocks.
Irises were still blooming.
Every view was inviting.
I have many more photos–flowers, trees, art–but the only door in them was to the Rock Garden. I’ll save those for another post. I did not get any good photos of the many birds, though I tried. Robins everywhere, blue jays, sparrows, mourning doves, red-winged blackbirds, finches, a hawk, even a blue heron. And many bird calls I did not recognize.
And a visit to the Bronx! The farthest I’ve been in 18 months. It felt good.
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Weekend Work 5/17/2021
Another one done with a piece of the Marimekko shirt from Uniqlo that I cut up. I guess the rib cage just pops out to me and the painting turns into a person
This was one posted a couple of weeks ago. Another person!
I don’t think this is finished but I like it. Will do more with markings in white first. Again, this looks like a face. It may wind up something else.
I haven’t had a lot of time lately as my employer is short staffed and they’re using me more (more than I’d like, really). Proud to say the regional medical group I work for has given 20,000 Covid shots!
Have a good week, everyone! Nina
The Point Where the Circle Begins by Kerfe Roig (I AM STILL WAITING Series)
I am pleased to be part of the Silver Birch Press series “I Am Still Waiting”.
The Point Where the Circle Begins
by Kerfe Roig
I am still waiting for the moon—
face against the window,
staring between the buildings
to where it appeared once before.
a circle not quite
an enso but still
to let the inside out.
I am still waiting for the night
to grow ravens’ wings—
black on black, glittering, quivering—
almost a color, escaping form.
is never really empty—
there is always more
always more to hide.
I am still waiting for the wind
to take the shadow branches
and dance against the sky, against
the moon, flying on ravens’ wings.
turning on nothing
at all and then
returning to all that is.
PAINTING:Moonlight Crows by Bernadette Resha (2014).
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: When I first moved into my current apartment in August, I could see the moon out my…
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Poem up at Pure Haiku
My haiku written for the Unfurling series, based on a painting by Elisa Ang, is featured today at Pure Haiku. I thought it paired nicely with this haiga from 2017.
My thanks to Freya Pickard for including me in this series.
The Kick-About #27 ‘The Song Of Love’
The Kick-About considers de Chirico.
The Kick-About No.26 – our one year birthday bash – was, at first glance, a collection of disparate things brought together into a single composition. In actual fact, however diverse, the work in the last edition of our fortnightly run-around was tightly associated: the shared dreams of an eclectic community. Our new prompt, de Chirico’s The Song Of Love, is another assembly of seemingly incongruous artefacts and what follows are our respective responses, taking in photography, painting, drawing, and collage, digital art and animation, poetry and spoken word.
“I have been having wildly vivid dreams as of late, the kind of dreams where you wake up in the middle of the night and need to write them down, the kind you remember so clearly when you get out of bed in the morning, the kind where you try to decipher their meaning to see if its some…
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