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.
“Watch out strange kind people
Little Red Rooster is on the prowl”
–Howlin Wolf, interpreting Willie Dixon
This embroidered painting was inspired by a Mexican Carnival mask and the blues, and also in honor of the Year of the Rooster.
Red as a rooster. Red
as a heart that bleeds with
fire. Red as the rose
that blooms inside the heart’s desire.
Red as the anger that
is trapped inside the flame. Red
as the burning blood that
saturates the vein. Red red. Red.
The poem uses the red rooster as a starting point. I finally managed to do a quadrille properly: 44 words. The rhymes just happened.
Happy Draw-A-Bird Day!
Touched by tracings of
stars. Holding life as breath in
Spellbound. Network of charms whirled
through passage to safe harbors.
“The magic of childhood is the strangeness of childhood–the uniqueness that makes us see things that other people don’t see.”
“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
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.
Darkness gathers light
treasure of expanding grace
jewel of vastness
Invitation to enter
follow turn around exchange
For my response to Sue Vincent’s prompt this week, I used as background a photo taken by the Hubble Space Telescope of the Egg Nebula, a dying star 3000 light years away.
The photo actually shows the cloud of dust surrounding the star, as the star can’t be seen directly. How do they know these things? You can read more about it here.
The tanka is for Colleen’s challenge this week. I used “grace” instead of “beauty”, as I think that word is very hard to use in poetry without descending into cliché.
I also did a painted and collaged response, using the mandala form I’m stuck in these days.
Still in need of centering.
noise words without meaning
footnotes to the air
Answers taken given
traded for babble
Particles of lies shared
on repeat screeching
I meant to write a quadrille (44 words) with the secret keeper’s words this week, but I wasn’t paying attention really, and the “6-5-6-5-6-5-6-5” I wrote down beside each line became syllables instead of words. I also meant it to be more about the birds. I used all the words though!
Now to the subject at hand: The parrot is painted with the new gouache I got for Christmas. I wanted to do something bright and colorful to start, and a parrot seemed the perfect subject.
Parrots are symbolically associated with voices, words, communication, and the power of truth. They do not keep secrets. They are also linked to color magic. And, like many birds, they serve as messengers between heaven and earth.
They are also endangered, due to habitat loss and the pet trade. These intelligent sub-tropical birds can live 80-100 years; a pet parrot is a lifetime investment, requiring enormous amounts of attention, care, and intellectual stimulation to thrive. Needless to say, both birds and humans are better served by leaving these social animals in their natural habitats, and protecting those habitats.
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.