8/5/18 Weekend Painting

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.

Supernova (matter becomes energy)

supernova comp

branches of silver,
stars walking on air, arms of
galaxies outstretched—

knots of melancholy
dissolving into deep skies

sn close up3s

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.

sn close up 2s

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.

sn close up 1s

 

Portrait 2. Grade: B+

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.

No Crows

no crows s

What message
this black performance?
retrograde
running through
the clash of silence unbound,
stark with intention.

Misplaced, those
promises—passwords
forgotten,
erased and
unfigured—transparent streaks
against darking skies.

no crows close up s

Jane Dougherty’s raven poem reminded me to visit the Secret Keeper’s words this week, and also reminded me of the various crows demanding my attention as I go about my life.  Sounds of silence (for dVerse).

Art inspired by Joan, Joni, and Vincent.

 

Beautiful piece by Kerfe

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.

August 2018

august 18 grid s

Sun fractures my sight–
eyes squinting—landscape breaking–
fevered, tense, thirsting

Elemental oasis–
shifting from was to will be

Back to my monthly grid and another collage.

august 18 grid close up s

The world indeed seems to be in retrograde right now.  Perhaps the tide will turn soon…

 

Portrait. Grade: F

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.

Marker

marker close up s

If I rise,
cleave into landscape,
will I merge
with background,
become boundless?  Be part of
instead of apart?

A shadorma for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I haven’t been working in collage for awhile, so it felt good to get out scissors and paste again.

marker s

The Moon is Dreaming

the moon is dreaming s

the language of sleep magnetic

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

 

Eclipsed

eclipsed mandala s

This curious life–
a burst and then a fading–
star paths to the moon.

Faith stitched taut into nothing—
thoughts held together by wind.

eclipsed close up s

A tanka for Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday with synonyms for strange and beliefs.

It’s a full moon, eclipsed.