A second small painting on the pad of canvas Kerfe gave me. These are pretty densely layered with drips and color/image added later.
I have another totally different one in progress. I will work on it today.
It is very hot in these parts (but not as hot as, say, India). Everyone says the summer is flying by and it seems true. Hope everyone is having a good weekend! N.
branches of silver,
stars walking on air, arms of
knots of melancholy
dissolving into deep skies
I’ve been worrying this painting for quite awhile. It has metallic paint in it, and looks different depending on the light and also how you look at it. The composite at the top is the image under two different lights–the colors change quite a bit.
I used Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday words for my poem. The first person is only inferred, so it’s not exactly following the rules for a tanka. But I’m in there.
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 bought this piece by Kerfe a few years ago and recently rehung it. It’s not a great photo (reflections in glass) but it’s a gorgeous piece. So many individual pieces cut out and glued to create this piece.
It is titled “Divine Embrace” and is dated 2014. Just thought I’d share it on this rainy/sunny first day of August.
Sun fractures my sight–
eyes squinting—landscape breaking–
fevered, tense, thirsting
shifting from was to will be
Back to my monthly grid and another collage.
The world indeed seems to be in retrograde right now. Perhaps the tide will turn soon…
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.
I haven’t visited the magnetic Oracle for awhile. She didn’t talk about the moon specifically, but I think it’s inferred.
the language of sleep
whispers beneath a garden
of a thousand dreams
like flowers born dancing with
children and starry-eyed fools