Marianne Szlyk, at “the song is…” has posted 3 of my poems with accompanying artwork as part of her tribute to musicians born in the 50s. The Prince and Police-inspired work appeared on the blog, but the Stevie Wonder-inspired art and poem are new.
She also has some wonderful musical links at the bottom of the post (as she always does), and I’d just like to quote from Stevie, first from the song “As”, and then from his words, spoken before he sang that song at Aretha Franklin’s Homegoing service.
“Change your words into truths
And then change that truth into love”
“Let’s make LOVE great again”
Thanks, Marianne, for featuring my work, and for your continuing support of music, art, and words.
You can see the post here.
Defined by what it is not–
every particle of light
A journey neither up nor down,
neither here nor there–
defined by what it is not.
Centered in the outer reaches,
jeweled and huge–
every particle of light.
Remaining as day becomes night,
as seasons fall apart and rearrange themselves–
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. The poem is a cascade, a similar form to the pantoum which I have been using so much lately.
into everything as fire
blended with pure sky
I attempted the portrait of my cousin this morning. I kind of like this. Unfortunately I painted it on the board of a sketchbook rendering it “unprofessional”. Oh well, they did tell us in art school to always use good materials.
A rough sketch. It felt freeing to paint larger and directly with paint rather than drawing in pencil and then painting.
The zombie version in case you forgot.
I posted this sketch of my cousin and his family a couple of weeks ago.
I started putting color in and doing the faces. It looked so bad that I printed the original photo, cut out the faces, glued them on and proceeded to totally mess it up.
They look like zombies. And they are a very cute family. So I messed up and I graded myself: F.
A stream of consciousness drawing. I just started drawing figures and then gave them all the same face.
A drawing of a woman I work with. I started in pencil but then found a Pilot Rollerball at work and went over it. It kind of resembles her but my husband (with whom I work) didn’t know who it was. Should I show you the photo? Sure, why not.
Yazmin is Dominican and I like her huge eyes and lips. I will have another go at this at work tonight. The night hours are working out well to do some drawing (hope my employers are not reading this however).
My daughter challenged me to a timed painting of a photo I had just taken of Birdman. It was a cool challenge. Never tried it in my life!
Here’s Birdy with the painting. That’s my husband’s Navajo rug in the background. It’s been hanging on that bannister for years.
Finally a little sunshine here but more snow coming I heard : (.
You are less
than I remember,
and more than
I superimpose myself
like a mask of light.
I’m not really sure this satisfies the dVerse prompt to write a letter, but I immediately thought of the stitching and Photoshop layering I had done using some childhood photos, trying to make a composite of is and was.
Another self portrait: from a photo of me at around age five (?). I had cut a chunk out of my bangs. I still chop off my hair sometimes when it gets too long and then have to get an emergency appointment with a professional.
I added a few things in the background that were iconic to me. The zither had sheets of music that you put under the strings and plucked the corresponding strings. The little jukebox (all busted up now) played a song when you put a penny in. The white horse was a piece I got at some junk shop; I remember my mother being amused that I spent my babysitting money on a little object like that. I had a happy childhood.
Here’s the zither and the little jukebox. The white horse is lost to history.
My daughter painted in watercolor, no pencil sketching first. Although this is simplistic I think it caught her mood. She didn’t hate it which is something. So glad it is Friday. I hope everyone has a good weekend. Weather is looking promising here in NJ.