Nina and I consulted with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle way back in February for this one. I’ve been working on this illustration for a long time, but my stitching is always slow.
Cover cold wind
follow bright stones
breathe wild blooms
of secret sanctuary
the beautiful song
Nina has a completely different interpretation for our collaborative verse which she will be posting today as well.
As Nina said in her post, the “Matisse and American Art” exhibit did not allow photography…but if you are in the area, you should definitely take the time to go and see it. There are many wonderful works by both Matisse and artists who have paid homage to his work.
One piece that attracted me immediately was by Janet Taylor Pickett, and to our delight there was an entire show in the museum based on a series she had done responding to Matisse. Her creative spirit is definitely kin to mine.
Other works that delighted: a Nick Cave soundsuit.
and several words by master collage artist Romare Bearden. This one shows Circe and Odysseus.
Painter George Innes is from Montclair, and has his own room full of mysterious light.
And the Museum also has a fine collection of Native American art.
It was fun to visit with Nina and her family, and to celebrate her birthday in the company of Matisse and friends.
Ask these tongues
how can my dreams
shine by day
yet ache like storms
together their music rains
symphony and sky
This was another collaboration with Nina and the Oracle that fit together really easily. We decided to surprise each other today with our artwork and post separately. I punched holes to embroider on the paper, and then decided just to leave the holes. The weird light is because I photographed the collage taped to the window so the sun would shine through the holes.
Nina and I came up with this collaborative verse from the magnetic poetry oracle almost instantly, and then our artwork, done separately, also fit together perfectly. Magic! (with a little help from Photoshop)
like a streaming cloud
this linear light
plays with planets
accessing alien forces
world of galactic fire
opened completely by space
I spent one sleepless night last month doing one magnetic poem after another. I haven’t looked at them since, but I’m sure there’s plenty of raw material to play with once I get around to it.
This poem started as a collaboration between Nina and me, but she gave up, saying she couldn’t see where it was going. I tweaked it over a few days, so I don’t know who contributed what–a collaboration, still, even if I had the final say.
And another Rorschach painting underneath.
My cousin sends me a lot of great photos. I did a couple of versions of this one. This is an example of a painting needing to be done in oils, I think.
The first version was a watercolor. The angle of the head was awkward and I didn’t really get it at all.
I thought the pencil sketch was better. The main image if the sketch filled in with watercolor. Unfortunately it was in a sketchbook and the paper crinkled up. Oh well.
Just a quick sketch on my phone and the Art Set app. It’s not the deluxe version but kind of fun to fool around with. Started with the dark blue background and went from there.
The oracle was generous to us this week. A three-way collaboration: O.N.K.
hold hope open
my promise to trust
a thousand worlds receive
listen to the gifts
of your heart
where gentle rhapsodys live
Say hello to fuzzy poets
believing in symbols
facing smooth attitudes
make good vibes
dig the big mystery
Nina and I did a couple magnetic poems this week. I rearranged things again for this one when I was putting it on my painting, although the words are the same, except for two that I eliminated. She’s working on art for the other one.
For this one we used the “mustache” words for a change of pace. It makes for a different subject matter for sure. Above: the entire fuzzy poets painting to go with our poem of symbolic attitude.
For Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday.
Despite the bugginess of the Magnetic Poetry website, Nina and I had a wonderful time composing this poem, sending it back and forth for addition and revision many times. I did one illustration, and Nina did two.
to stop shadows from moaning
whisper to the sky like a rainstorm
petals sing to my dreams
some say music is like a watching wind
mad symphony like a summer moon
red and frantic blowing delirious screams
over a thousand purple seas
still life soars as love urges us
and together we shine by day
For the Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge. Join in! It’s fun.