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.
in elaborate languages
in moon skin
beneath the shadow
You can see the entire self-portrait series so far here.
rolling all over the place
always in pairs
“There is no rush”
really just the beginning
Claudia McGill is calling: time for another response. This time I painted the junk mail, and then collaged.
You can see other calls and responses here.
May the force be with you, Princess.
I’ve been wanting to do some printing, and since Vanessa Bell, my current artist reference in “100 Self Portraits”, did woodcuts as illustrations for many of her sister Virginia Woolf’s books, I had the perfect excuse. I used one of the prints that I embellished with paint and embroidery for “Straw Hat”, but here’s the original print in two versions with the print from Bell that I used as a reference.
Of course, I can never leave well enough alone. So I painted, embroidered, and collaged on some of the prints I made.
I also have another embroidery idea that I haven’t had time to do yet. It’s on the list.
You can see all of the self-portraits in this series here.
Places Filled (for Sharon Jones)
It hurts. There’s
something just beyond.
Slow it down.
I’m still here.
Got to be the way it is.
I’m not gonna cry.
I learned the hard way.
Sing and be
You’ve got to believe. Freedom
come. Come sing me home.
Words taken from the legacy of the music of Sharon Jones
Five foot two, eyes of
brown, last seen wearing dark green.
Black hat, also gone.
Falling farther off
course, a bottomless journey
that threatens to stay.
Questions posed as clues.
Perhaps a tender heart worn
yearning at the edge.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve done one of these portraits. I’m still getting Silver Alerts in my inbox on a regular basis though.
The poem uses words from the Alert for Henry, as well as the Secret Keeper’s words this week
CLUE – COURSE – TENDER – THREAT – POSE
You can see the entire Missing series here.
I sought demons,
discreetly hidden as
ghosts, pressed between remote pages.
I found the cage of memory,
an enclosure beyond
and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above (I’m late again with this one; you can see all the responses here)
were my inspirations today. The painting was actually done awhile ago, from a newspaper photo accompanying an article about refugees from one of the many troubled areas of the world.
I showed this to my husband. He didn’t know who it was but I think he was just being nice. I think it really does sort of look like me. I need a haircut very badly.
Vanessa Bell is best known as Virginia Wolff’s sister, but she was a talented artist and an integral member of the Bloomsbury Group. Their art was out of fashion for awhile, but has been rehabilitated by the Art World. It has, as the Tate says, an “unforced simplicity”.
The presentation for this magnetic poem was inspired by Ken at rivrvlogr, who added a color background to his poem this week. I used the eyedropper in Photoshop to lift colors from Bell’s portrait, and then scribble a colored ground, selecting and adding the words on top. It’s a great idea, that could lead many places (add to the list of things to explore…).
I wanted to do a watercolor portrait for World Watercolor Month, and I think I’ve gotten the feeling of Vanessa Bell’s painting, if not a resemblance to me. I drew the first one in pencil from the mirror, then painted it. For the second attempt, above, I worked larger and just painted using the first painting and Bell’s painting as references. It doesn’t really look like me either.
Teresa is on medical leave from her blog, but she did post a reminder as the host of selfie day. If you want to participate, see how, here.
And you can see all 16 of my self-portraits so far here.
Here I be; they won’t find me.
They know not this place–
all rocks look the same to them.
This land belongs to no one–
no one owns the trees.
I abide with all creatures.
Will they evict the sparrows?
Will they refuse rain,
build a wall against the sea?
I abide with all creatures–
they abide nowhere.
I will wait; they know not how.
The landscape above is this week’s photo prompt from Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt – Look Out – #writephoto. I’ve been reading responses to it, and my drip painting that morphed into a man with a large beard seemed to fit with a lot of them. So I wrote a poetic response too.
I have to admit I was also influenced by Hope Jahren’s wonderful book “Lab Girl”, which I recently read. Her observations about plants and people are needed as we try to figure out how to save ourselves and the Earth our home.