Nest Building
A soft brown wren pecks for tiny seeds
strewn from yesterday’s weeding.
On closer look I see
she collects not seeds but tiny dried grass –
slight as a thought.
A beak full of bristling grass,
mustachioed she tilts her head,
making me laugh.
Then she lifts off, flies west toward home
to line her silky nest.
April 24, 2011
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| Sad but true: I’m all out of Long’s Farm Raspberry Jam! |
When I am in the flow of artmaking and the flow is going very well, I close my eyes when I am going to sleep and I see many visions. Because I have used this black paper for so long I believe my art guides are feeding me the beauty of their dreams. This came to me as a twisting, writhing, dancing bouquet of white flowers on an an inky dark background.
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| A Conversation I Keep Having with Myself |
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| Rainbirds of Wenatchee: A Quilt for Toren
These two paintings are in response to assignments from the Steve Aimone book I am in love with right now. Here is the link in the side bar. The top one is putting angular shapes and curvilinear shapes in to what Aimone calls a conversation. I really have the sense of the ovals/circles being the soul and the geometric shapes are the world. The lines say that I both struggle to integrate AND embrace the geometries of the world from a soul place. The second assignment was to draw a grid as a foundation for a composition. I got the grid and it was fields. I but the fan shapes on, and they were Rainbirds of the Columbia Plateau. I got a rubber stamp and stamped in the rainbirds, but it still seemed incomplete, so I started writing in all the names of our family and friends and placenames of Wenatchee, and it became a memory quilt. |
