how come nobody
why inside why
And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…
the trees have changed positions
air and light play tricks
hiding in the miasma
the zone between yes and no
I was inspired by Colleen’s tanka challenge photo this week to pick up a brush and paint, something I haven’t done much of lately. I used gouache instead of watercolor on the rice paper, which is worth trying again I think.
Our friend Claudia McGill suggested cutting up a painting to make a new piece so I tried it. Not sure if this is finished. I think it needs some more fine lines or graffiti or something. It was fun to do and I will probably cut up more stuff.
With a shout out to Jeandrawingaday who often plays with lines and marks on paper.
I haven’t done a gouache resist in a while. They are a lot of fun to do, almost like magic when you ink over the gouache image with Higgins Black Magic ink. That’s the only ink it works with. And it’s good to paint the gouache on pretty heavily as you wash off the whole surface under water.
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.
At each stage, the path
lies untested—short, brittle
as the frozen grass.
Beyond, the sky waits—alive,
waking the young day with fire.
I photographed my watercolor/collage on both white and black grounds. Context, once again, gives slightly different views of the same thing.