My poem “Free at Last” was among those chosen to accompany the painting “Ninos”, by Fidelio Ponce de Leon, at The Ekphrastic Review. You can see the artwork and read it, along with the rest of those selected, here.
My thanks once again to editor Lorette C. Luzajic for supporting my work and the interaction between the visual and written arts.
I spend myself with what if. I pray to spirits I don’t believe in about things I don’t really know if I want.
What do I want? A light-filled room? Applause? Kind words, a gentle touch?
And you? Not even the imprint of your body remains in the furniture. But you haunt me with your past, the one that spills over into my present and keeps me tangled in lost hours, restless days, sleepless nights.
It’s easy to keep repeating variations on the same inner monologue, difficult to quiet it and focus on something that is beyond the boundaries of myself.
And so I talk to the trees, like Chet Baker did. Do they listen? They give me mornings of birdsong, flowering into green and then transforming into autumn harvests of red and gold. Their branches, when naked, dance against clear blue skies.
I talk to the stars—
they pull me out, glimmering–
circles of the moon.
Is that listening?
It’s close enough.
The prompt for NaPoWriMo today asks us to write something inspired by another form of art. For NaPoWriMo last year, all the art I used for the month of April was inspired by the painter Joan Mitchell. And I have not stopped using her art as inspiration–lately I’ve been obsessed with her tree paintings. Both paintings, above, were inspired by them.
And so I thought to compose a poem about trees. The reference today to Frank O’Hara, who was a friend of Joan Mitchell, got me looking at his poems to see if there were any that talked about trees. There were, and I modeled the beginning of my haibun on his “Meditations on an Emergency”.
But I also was thinking of Lerner and Loewe’s song “I Talk to the Trees”. I like Chet Baker’s version, here with Bill Evans and Coleman Hawkins.
I talk to the trees
But they don’t listen to me
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me
You can see some of Joan Mitchell’s tree paintings here.
Kerfe gave me a set of magnetic poetry words and they are cool. At her urging (I’ve been pretty dormant) I illustrated a poem. Here’s the poem.
I think it cool that you can see my reflection in the metal easel. Very windy in NJ this morning but yesterday I saw some little snowbell flowers emerging from the earth!
The first page of the journal Kerfe sent me. The pages are nice and rough. I still don’t have an art space but at least I did a few journal/drawing entries.
He was right outside my window! It was extremely cold with a brisk wind.
I entirely forgot about Draw a Bird day. Just happened to come across a couple of good birds.
And a hawk my friend took outside his house.
I will not forget about February’s Draw a Bird day: a beloved WP tradition.
To say the last month or so has been hectic would be an understatement. My daughter has gotten motivated to clean up the second floor and I’m her assistant. Yesterday we demolished an old couch down to the bone. Oddly satisfying.
Most of this stuff isn’t dated but I’d say around 1968 on most.
1967. Maybe a linoleum print?
So as I have nothing new to post (no art space, stuff stuck in boxes) I thought I’d post some real old stuff.
We watched the Marie Kondo show on decluttering. Very inspiring! The amount of stuff here (books, records, paintings) not to mention clothing which Marie says to take out and pile on the bed. Whatever doesn’t spark joy, you thank and say goodbye to.
It’s different with your own stuff. I guess that’s why I have so much of it.
Best wishes for 2019. I promise to do at least some drawing and hope to be situated with a spot to paint in soon.
I saw a bunch of chairs thrown out on the curb. They looked interesting so I snapped a shot.
Little sketch I did- actually after I painted the chairs on Arches paper.
And a random landscape (for Kerfe) done mostly with a wide flat brush.
Have a good week!
Second version of the house across the street and visible from upstairs where I paint. It’s an intriguing house to me with its stone front and interesting roof shape. I really like to draw/paint building.
This was the first sketch:
I just felt like trying it again.
May stick to some realistic subject matter for a bit. Regards to all from Kerfe and me.
ProCreate for iPad. 11/27/18.
A couple of paintings from yesterday and today. This is the house across the street. (It’s not as woodsy as I painted it). I am grateful to have a roof over my head and a heating system that works; it is very cold today.
Another drip painting. Not sure if it’s finished. Happy Thanksgiving to the wonderful WordPress community. Kerfe and I wish you and yours all the best!
I’ve been painting feverishly for a couple of days. I want to be able to hold the fort while Kerfe takes a break. As I told K. if not for this blog I doubt I’d be painting. Thanks to all friends here!
Have a great weekend!