Red is an imaginary carpet dancing with desire, lettering the days with roses and birdwings. Red is the sky that turns the morning into an omen, the night into a full moon– catching dreams like a wayfaring balloon painting the town with stars.
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Roig means red in Catalan.
she spins a new cocoon… wings folded, form fading, reflecting back as ghost shadows –enter– the dark circle of the forest moves ever closer as time compresses –itself– quiescent…what is done is done…what will emerge as the continuum –expands– unbounded, uncharted, starborne she waits…her elements recombined as essence
I used the (repeated) butterfly cinquain form because Diana Peach’s #photoprompt illustration, above, for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday, made me think immediately of a butterfly/cocoon.
For the artwork I did a painting inspired by the illustration and then fooled around with it in Photoshop to try to convey a feeling of metamorphosis.
Pop goes the weasel goes the world out
the world reeking of
weasel out of it
I missed the window for the dVerse Pop Art prompt from Victoria last week, but I had an idea for it and I wanted to follow through. I also wanted to try a Lewis Carroll Square Poem, which I saw on Paul’s Poetry Playground recently. My attempt is far from perfect, but it’s a start, and the fact that it doesn’t completely make sense seems appropriate.
I don’t agree with the designation for the most of the artists Victoria found that were listed as pop artists (Kurt Schwitters? Jasper Johns? Rauschenberg? has the person who made that list looked at their art?) but Andy Warhol certainly falls into that category. My digital art, above, is inspired by his work. I used to dismiss him, but his art is wider and deeper than just the soup cans or iconic repeated images. And all his imitators prove that it’s harder to do than it looks.