Park. No, it’s the dog
us, the song
unsung, tangled and unformed,
a gathered ghosting.
Do you see
the fish, wandering
in thin air?
Molecules abandoned to
trust this unknown space.
conjures shift to where.
What made me think of Prince? Another of life’s mysteries…
Inspired by Colleen’s words this week, a shadorma series of fresh beginnings.
Put it together–
give it wings, luminescence–
send it like a star
joining myth to mystery,
the unkempt shadows of night—
Go, fill it with sound,
ringing and dancing around
the core of the tree—
Mend its beginning, the dark
of the seeded centering—
Release it into
exhalations of wonder,
a netted ceiling
filling the cracked branches with
a shared ancestry of light
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. It goes nicely with my theme today of branches.
My poem, “On Becoming a Point of Light”, inspired by Guido Reni’s painting, “Saint Joseph with the Infant Jesus”, is one of ten responses posted at The Ekphrastic Review. You can read it here. Thanks once again to Lorette C. Luzajic for featuring my work.
We haven’t quite fitted ourselves into the New Year yet, but Nina and I are going to start posting again after our 2018 break. I don’t seem to be ready to leave the circles yet, being unsure of what direction I want to go. I feel like I need to start all over again, and beginnings are always difficult for me. So there may be some aimless wandering first, or maybe for quite awhile. As Yogi Berra said wisely, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
Happy New Year!
the sun barely seen–
grey on grey glowing—we rise,
our feet look for gravity–
unattached, we need mending,
we need anchorage–
a quiet cove, tree walls and
a ceiling of stars–
unshadowed, we are remade–
molecules falling apart
This is for Sue Vincent’s photo challenge this week, above. I promised Nina I would try to post something.
Death is a complex space, like the spirits it contains. May their journeys always be filled with the infinite light of stars.
Wishing everyone the happiest of holidays. I’ll be back for real in January.
Another house from out my window upstairs. This looks like I’m looking down on it which I was. It wasn’t intentional. I just painted what I saw.
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.
My poem “Holy”, inspired by the art of Bahman Mohassess, is up at The Ekphrastic Review, along with 12 other diverse responses. Thanks to editor Lorette Luzajic for featuring my work, and introducing me to this wonderful artist.
I am still dealing with family medical issues, so will be on break awhile longer. As Nina said on Thanksgiving, there is always much to be grateful for, and we send our thanks and good wishes out to everyone for their friendship and support.
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!
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.
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!