Netflix is doing a great documentary series called “Abstract”. Last night we watched the one about Christophe Neimann, an illustrator who currently lives in Berlin. I was beyond inspired. Mr. Neimann’s work can be seen on numerous New Yorker covers and can be followed on Instagram @abstractsundays.
Say “I” loud, often.
Tweet your heart out. Becoming
“alternate”. Facts? Sad.
“…the Trump administration is the first to explicitly claim the ability and right to replace facts with something more convenient that has no basis in reality.”
–Erik Sherman, Forbes
“This is what Democracy looks like.”
A Hard Rain
has fallen shadowed
by endless endings, ghosts both
multiplied and lost
Yesterday Michael Kimmelman, in a feature article in the NY Times, noted: “Truth be told, no sane person wants to see these images….What’s happening in Aleppo is almost unbearable to look at….
Bana looks us straight in the eye and asks us to save her, please.
We have done nothing to help.
The very least we should do is look back.”
I’ve been working slowly on this embroidery, a companion to the first Syria headline haiku I did, because these images are hard to look at, hard to draw. The first piece, above and below, was done over a year ago, September 2015.
We can turn our eyes away, but that will not make Aleppo disappear.
Eyes of the river–
guard this land, hold and shelter
our roots, seeds, our life
Forgive us these lost minds, blind,
afraid, estranged—bring them home
The President-elect’s environmental policies are troubling.
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
New York is cold (for Leonard Cohen)
traces sing now?
a voice leaving footprints
on fragments, in absence, ghost path
Beware of Darkness (for Leon Russell)
Trace your voice, gone silent now. No words,
a path unforked, a place untimed.
I’m singing this song, now, to
you. Sounds falling alone,
sense without context.
It was a bad week. When I did these paintings, it was with trepidation, as I hadn’t picked up a brush in quite awhile. But it was easy to get lost in the doing and felt good.
The poems use the secret keeper’s prompts from October 17 (#59):
GONE – SENSE – TRACE – VOICE – PATH
I’ve got folders containing a lot of the WordPress prompts from the past 2 months, although after the first 2 weeks I didn’t do much with them except write some poems, now in a folder marked “needs art”. I’m working on it.
Yoko Ono placed an ad in the front section of the NY Times on October 9, 2014, John Lennon’s birthday. He would have been 74.
It’s International Day of Peace, so I thought this headline haiku from two years ago would be worth revisiting.
John Lennon’s words seem a perfect fit for Planet Earth, and I collaged the world around them.
the earth is calling–
a tattered net unweaving
life into the void
My original haiku (inspired by the surrealists) was cut from headlines in the newspaper section; the new one was composed this morning as I looked at the image and thought about its message again.
“A dream you dream alone is only a dream.
A dream you dream together is reality.”
So…give peace a chance, world leaders.
Nina is still not ready to get back to art, so we’re taking a blog break. Don’t worry, we will return.
My brother wanted to go to the 9/11 Museum.
We paid our money and waited in a long line of tourists for our timed entry to the steel and concrete underground crypt, complete with a gift shop (which we steered well clear of) and endless tape loops replaying the day’s events.
The new glass and steel monuments to commerce surrounding the plaza, with its beautiful pools, enclosed the space above the museum.
I found this ad from the NY Times of May 29, 2015, when I was cleaning a few weeks ago. I must have saved it, intending to do a headline haiku, but it got lost in the shuffle. Having visited the site, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
There is nothing “free” about the Freedom Tower, or the museum. Is this the best way to remember this day and those who died?
in the dazzling morning sky
surround this opening
remember to breathe
Let there be light, and air, and songs, and sky, and running water, and the living earth and new growing things. That’s what I think.
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.