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Weekend Drawing and Painting 11/12/18

West Street Bridge, Paterson, N.J. From a Paterson photo posted somewhere.

Another drip painting. The colors and shapes never fail to lead me somewhere. In this case possibly a hot mess but fun nevertheless.

Woman with elephant. From a Gucci ad I saw somewhere.

Have a good week.

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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!

Painting 11/7/18

It’s hard to believe that Kerfe and I (mostly Kerfe) have been posting art on this blog for four (almost five) years. I doubt I’d be painting much at all if Kerfe hadn’t suggested doing this. I will try my best to cover while she takes a short break.

More fooling around with the ProCreate app for iPad. I must admit I like actual paint better but I get a kick out of playing around with this app.

Lovely day here in Northern NJ. Enjoy!

The Silence of Bones

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I want to once again thank Freya Pickard for featuring one of my haiku as part of the Portal Series on Pure Haiku.  You can read it here.

I will be taking a few weeks off from posting to deal with ongoing family medical issues, but I will try to check in with WordPress every once in awhile to see what’s going on.  And Nina will still be posting her work every few days, so we won’t be totally absent.

Weekend Painting 11/05/18

I did some painting over the weekend. This one I called “Angel in Dismay”. Is an explanation needed? I am very concerned over the election tomorrow although I live in a bubble, the typical “wealthy Northern New Jersey suburb”. We’re all pretty much a bunch of liberals. It’s the rest of the country I’m worried about.

Two figures. Where does this come from? I just start painting and stuff emerges.

The start of a drip painting. I’ll post it tomorrow if I finish it today.

A rainy Monday here. Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 97 and probably would have hated that. She never became an “old lady”. Hopefully that will also be my fate although this year I will turn 70. I guess you could say that’s old. But I feel the same as ever.

unforsaken

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I thought I would visit the Oracle this week to see what She had to say about Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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  I had already done my painting, and I guess it’s not surprising that the Oracle confirmed that many treasures lie below the surface, even in the darkest times.

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rocks breathe ancient bones,
fertile earth of pure starlight–
deep spirit rivers

climbing windpaths into air–
the murmuring of seedsong

 

Midvein

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Each thought leads to branches
without signposts or landmarks to guide the way.
It doesn’t bother me
because my stories travel

within their own lodes.
Each thought leads to branches–
sometimes empty, sometimes overflowing,
tangled and obvolute.

I pause to watch anything, everything
that catches me in its web.
Each thought leads to branches–
I can’t count high enough.

I don’t know if I belong here,
or which way points to where I go.
My destination lies somewhere beyond journeying–
each thought leads to branches.

My response, a bit late, to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  This has been a chaotic week, and we’re only halfway there…

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Another quatern, another circle.  I am on repeat.

 

Couple of paintings

The rocks in the foreground turned into a turtle.

The sketch in white on black paper. I forget how much fun black paper is. This was the first sheet on a new Arches watercolor block.

First watercolor on the new pad. I’m not sure if it’s finished. Seems to need more contrast.

Happy Halloween 🎃!

Shapeshifting Moonlight

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My haiku “Shapeshifting Moonlight” is posted today as part of Pure Haiku’s Portal Series.  You can read it here, along with all the other wonderful portals in verse.  Thanks as always to Freya Pickard for including my words on Pure Haiku.

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 Joyce Fienberg, 75
Richard Gottfried, 65
Rose Mallinger, 97
Jerry Rabinowitz, 66
Brothers Cecil and David Rosenthal, 59 and 54
Bernice and Sylvan Simon, 84 and 86
Daniel Stein, 71
Melvin Wax, 88
Irving Younger, 69

 

Remembering those who lost their lives in the Tree of Life Synagogue on Saturday. May they rest always in a portal of light.

Comment-a-Haiku Poetry Contest: Hearkening

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The moon sailing free–
hare pauses in the forest,
listening for light

Vita Brevis is once again sponsoring a haiku meet-and-greet.  You can post your own haiku here, and then read all the other ones that have been submitted too.

As I stated in my entry, this haiku was inspired by Jane Dougherty and her many hare poems, like this one or this one.  And of course the moon.