the future is exploded
time again undone
After a crappy Mexican dinner I took my husband and some friends up to the Great Falls in my hometown of Paterson. This location was recently made a national park which makes me proud. It is spectacular up there.
Feeling the energy of the water put me in a really good mood. I also had consumed a few margaritas so there was that. Here’s a couple of other pictures of what are really the pre-falls–before it goes all the way down the rocks.
(What I did my painting from.)
become the sun
just as it rises
a mystery within
nourished by the sun
the shadow as it rises
awake it rises
tracing paths within
a silhouette in sun
the sun returning rises as the light within
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, “Obelisk”, below.
The Obelisk was originally an Egyptian stone monument sacred to the sun god Ra, especially associated with sunrise and sunset.
The poetic form I used was tritrina.
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.
in my mind
always a surprise seen
It may or may not still be Selfie Day, but I’ve been trying to get a portrait done for the 23rd of each month for my 100 Self Portrait series. I’m on to a new artist to imitate, Paul Klee. This is probably the most abstracted one I’ve done so far–I did my usual mirror pencil sketch and then smoothed it out to imitate Klee’s painting. I think it still bears a strange resemblance somehow.
And of course I had to ask the Magnetic Oracle for commentary.
Fool (almost me)
I am almost me
listening to colors breathe
red blue rhythm
born from liquid joy
As these windows open
who will fool
this naked heart?
And I actually managed to do the NaPoWriMo prompt today: an elevenie poem.
The abstract from the other day: I cut it into strips and wove it. It reminded me of those loopy pot holders we used to make on the little metal frame. Those were fun! Anyone out there remember making pot holders for their mothers?
This was a good way to improve an ugly painting and I kind of like it. Here’s a closeup with it on black paper.
Also a close up on white. The black is better I think.
Brown eyed handsome man:
the things you used to do. That
Rock and Roll music.
The clouds are cold, still
heavy with winter. Layers
reveal blue borders.
Earth holds its breath, forecasting.
Throw spring, uncautioned, to wind.
(…and we will catch it, gladly.)