

Even though paint, tint and grey do not exist in the Oracle tiles, those were words that I kept seeing this morning. After I figured out how to make them, the rest of the words fell into place.

When I was looking for art, I came across the above drawing, misfiled among some old collages. It seemed just right, and I went looking for the right folder, which contains a series of landscapes I did inspired by some landscapes I had seen by Georg Baselitz, which had black lines and spare use of color. The one above is colored pencil on an ink marker drawing I did as one of my original black and white ideas. That uncolored drawing is below.

Later on I painted the landscape without black lines, in gouache (the top landscape). I thought this sequence, backwards, contained the feeling in the Oracle’s words today.
the black-tinted shadow
of sleep
paints an ache
swimming through the whisper
of stilled sunlight
a grey language lies
beneath the early sky
as a raw mist plays
with the bare bones of time
you say less and less
This poem has such wonderful personification. Shadows of sleep painting aches! Grey language lying and raw mist playing with bare bones- all hauntingly effective.
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Thanks D. It does feel haunted. A time of transition.
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Again, yours seems like an alternate version of mine. We both had whispers and swim(ming)–and I don’t even remember seeing the swim tile!
Your painting is beautiful.
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Thanks Merril. Yes, swim is one of those words I don’t “see” usually either. Time is very confusing to me these days, and I think all three of our poems are the same feeling in a different layer of time.
I like the painting too. It’s the last version I did of this landscape, and incorporates feelings from all of the previous ones.
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You’re welcome.
Time will get more confusing with the switch to DST. UGH!
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Yes. Life is already complicated enough.
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I agree!
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Every element of this post captures the mood here today. The skeletal nature of what we see in spring juxtaposed with all the life we can hear, it has this out of phase quality that your art and haunting poem hit perfectly. I go walking in a sort of cold-numbed, sleep-deprived dream and get startled awake by color.
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Out of phase…that’s exactly it. All these transparent superimpositions. It’s unbalancing.
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The drawings/paintings are so apt for the poem, yes, in that order from the whisper through to the fading mist. My favourite is the middle one, where you capture time before it starts to fade out again.
We both had the progress of time, but yours drifts like a dream, ethereal.
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Thanks Jane. Drifting, just like me. The fiction I’ve been reading lately is all about time. Or maybe that’s just what I see in it.
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Probably both. Time is behind everything.
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beautiful artworks and poetry — the sequence of images is really interesting, how one transforms into another creating different moods and suggestions of meaning.
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Thanks Aletha. I worked on 3 landscapes this way–hopefully at some point I’ll put it all together in one or two posts. The painting was the last thing I did in this group. But every one is different, although you can mostly tell it’s the same landscape.
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I love the variations. They each have a very independent — a distinctive feeling.
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All a process.
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OK, without explanation. The line drawings feel more “real” to me. The third, threatening. The second, a curiosity that invites discovery. We see with emotions it seems, like music.
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That’s true Neil, we do indeed. Thanks!
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I am enchanted by the art and the poem blends so well with the art you selected – a wonderful synergy of the two!
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Thanks Muri. Serendipity (and a nudge from the Oracle) connected them.
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The journey to write this poem suggests the Oracle does not only speak through the tiles…
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She does seem to know all.
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Hi Kerfe, the artworks and the poem definitely have a wintery, grey feel to them.
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Thanks Robbie. I’m hoping spring arrives soon! although they are predicting snow again over the next few days…
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