Play. With words. Images. From images. (and words). Juxtaposition. Borrowing. The sound of silence. The dancing of music and time. Nonsense. (and sensibility). Geometry. Story, myth, oracle, dream. Serendipity. What is the question? (no answers, please). Thank you.
Sometimes in winter–
summer might as well be spring–
autumn in New York.
dVerse wants to know the “why” of our poetic style. In a haibun.
Yes, the birdlings are back.
leaves rattle like bones
through bottomless clarity–
azure autumn sky
This exquisite leaf was found on Broadway last week.
I pasted down the lace bottom of a beach coverup that I cut off (too long) and created a grid to paint on. I had the cardboard back of an Arches pad and it worked well. If I want to do some more of these I’m going to have to find or make some more boards. This would not work on watercolor paper. It gave a pretty interesting effect for the simple trees and water.