Weekend Painting 12/2/18
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!
unforsaken
I thought I would visit the Oracle this week to see what She had to say about Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
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.
rocks breathe ancient bones,
fertile earth of pure starlight–
deep spirit rivers
climbing windpaths into air–
the murmuring of seedsong
Possibilities
roots
fill with
nourishment,
ancient woodsong–
earth provides a bier,
untroubled by short days,
groves of lengthening shadows–
sleeping undisturbed, deep, waiting,
threads gather in anticipation–
life awakening to become itself
Ethereee for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday words, afraid and grave.
Also linked to dVerse open link night.
Midvein
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…
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
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.
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.
Quandaries of Wayfaring
wild
winter
branches that
conjure open
the cloisters of clouds–
revenant voyagers
securing figments that reflect
tomorrow’s revolving always–
reformulated problems of light
that pirouette–changelings shifting the sun
An etheree for Colleen’s #tanka Tuesday with synonyms for haunt and spell.
reflecting into themselves
reassembled air–
details gathered and released
into shimmering
trembling suspended,
the light falls into silence–
neither night nor day
throwing the questions
into vast infinity–
what the night reveals
This haiku sequence was inspired by Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
The night sky is full of questions…
Scarecrow Joins the Circle Dance
Autumn. I fall into disrepair. The sky still covers me, but my shadow dissolves into the remains of the golden ocean that heretofore eddied and flowed at my feet. My skin lies ragged, unfilled.
I was crowned, once, with dark discordant ornaments. They sit on other thrones now, unrepentant pretenders, still calling the sun, the wind–the land itself–to task.
A crow flies over
a graveyard—blackness on stone–
change hangs in the air
When I saw Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge about scarecrows, I was intrigued. I can’t think of Scarecrow without thinking of Robert Okaji’s wise sage. So whatever I did would be colored by what Robert has written. I also decided to use the words from Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, synonyms for ghost and hollow, as many of them seemed to fit on Scarecrow too.
As to Crow–he’s always around here somewhere.
Once again, different light makes the metallic paint change like the weather and the seasons…and this is another artwork inspired by Joan Mitchell being inspired by Van Gogh. Circles within circles.
Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night.
Comment-a-Haiku Poetry Contest: Hearkening
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.