In 2001 we were invited up to a fellow singer in a group I was in (The Humdingers. We sang in nursing homes in Essex County, NJ). In a showoffy way I jumped off a dock into the water. I have never felt colder water and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Recently found a photo someone took of me in the water. I painted and repainted the face four times but couldn’t get the agonized look. Finally decided to cut out my face and paste it on. Ignore the double chin. I was a bit fatter then but the fat did nothing as far as providing insulation.
Strangely my friend texted me a painting I did a lot of years ago. I don’t even remember doing it. It was a lake in Kinnelon where we used to go and take the kids. I guess I like painting lakes!
To all beautiful WordPress friends, I hope you have a lovely Thanksgiving day.
“Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?”
Crown falls with
angels and stars, laughs,
calling to earth’s children—Come!
Touch the sacred skies!
When I saw the quote from Day Sixteen of Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats, I was immediately reminded of a collage I had done for one of her poetry challenges from 2016. I know the collage well because it is one of my favorites from all the work I’ve done. I decided to do a poem and some artwork and then look back at the challenge and the poem I had written in response originally.
Interestingly, the original challenge from Jane consisted of the shadorma form, and that’s what I wrote today, as I’m participating in On the Interstice’s Shadorma November. And it’s eerily similar to the poem I wrote today as well, and also works equally well with the Yeats quote.
What grows here?
the mystery of
cells dividing reaching toward
the sky’s endless crown
I’m not going to speculate on the implications of it all…
Also linking to dVerse open link night.
#30 Li Fire
fire with fire–
intersections of endings–
beginning to rise
I was amazed to see that it’s been almost a year since my last Beach I Ching post. I’ve been working on this one for awhile, though. The symbol of fire has shown up a lot for me this year. Li is a doubling of fire, reflecting its dual nature of creation and destruction. This hexagram is also called Radiance, Clarity, Sun, Transformation–it has many manifestations. The Chinese characters are also sometimes said to resemble a bird captured in a net.
“Do not think at the moments when you see no light that there is no light at all.”
“It is good to see what you have lost and mourn it, to let grief flow, like time.”
“Take what is important and let the rest go.”
Collage with painted bird, photo of objects collected on the beach, and another shadorma for Shadorma November.
You can see all the Beach I Ching posts here.
Here are stars:
mirrors, images captured
perfect and untouched
with golden voices:
unbeholden to any
partnering of song
held in light journeying far
from harbors unknown
Credit: ESA/Hubble; NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration
It’s draw-a-bird day once again, and since I haven’t drawn any birds recently, the birdlings are filling in. Also I would say I’m killing several prompts with one stone, but no killing on this blog–birds, prompts, or otherwise.
‘…stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.’
and I’ve managed 3 more shadorma verses for the along the interstice November shadorma challenge too.
Happy Draw-a-Bird day! But every day is a good day for thinking about birds, the cosmos, or poetry.
No clear path exists–
I see only haunted mist–
The silence harbors ghostlight–
landscape of omens and signs.
Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. I did a drip painting on some very wet rice paper, which ended up causing a hole in the paper. I had to put it on some watercolor paper to stabilize it and left it there to dry. So I ended up with three variations.
The top one is both layers together, the middle one is the rice paper alone (on black), and the bottom one is the watercolor paper with the color as it soaked through.
But how long is deep?
soon will always become when–
stone wind and rain light.
The earth follows, listening–
root and seed walking on air.
Suzanne at “On the Road” asked us to think about the concept of Wabi Sabi. She quotes Andrew Juniper: ” Wabi-sabi is an intuitive appreciation of a transient beauty in the physical world that reflects the irreversible flow of life in the spiritual world.”, noting how important this idea is to writing haiku.
The art came from some work I was doing on wet rice paper that bled through; I had put it on a piece of watercolor paper to keep it from tearing. After it dried and I lifted it off, I found that the impression underneath made an interesting shape, and I added a bit more paint on top to intensify the color.
And then I went to see what the Oracle had to say about it all.
Some more family paintings from photographs I’ve been going through lately. This was a great shot of my mom but I turned her inadvertently into an older lady.
This one was identified correctly by my husband. I’m not sure if it was because he saw the photos I was working from. Both of these have a resemblance of my mother but just a bit. It’s more a feeling.
I found a trove of photographs possibly my sister’s. Like many families we have many photos and sometimes I find some that please me. My Dad used to relax in the den in a rattan cushioned seat. We still have a table from the set. He was the picture of relaxation in this photo. I found some other good ones too.
The photo. His right hand behind his head is cut off so I fudged that hand a bit.
My Dad was a cool guy. I think he’d like being the subject of my blog entry today. Love you Dad!
I had some material around and used it to make the texture of the water. I don’t do a lot of collage but my (personal) finest work was the Paterson stuff with material from my grandpa. Another swimmer but this time with someone observing him.
Only a few more days of swimming weather. I’m about to go swimming now.
Inspired by Claudia McGill although it sort of looks cadaverous. It’s a swimmer on birch paper (gift from Kerfe).