fan into a V—to lead
and then to follow
opening I ride currents
weaving feathers with the wind
For Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge goose. I chose to paint snow geese. It’s not draw a bird day, but any day is appropriate for birds.
It’s been a challenge for me to get any work done that I like, both with writing and art. I decided to do some ink and brush painting for the goose. This is an unforgiving medium, but one I enjoy, and the focus required was good for me. I spent an enjoyable hour painting, ending up as always with a pile of discards, but with a few worth posting.
I am continually reminded of my drawing teacher who told us that of every 100 drawings we did, only one would be worth saving–so draw, draw, draw.
give good thanks
harvest the sharing
day then night
the waning of light
I’ve borrowed this birdlings collage from the archives to illustrate Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge this week, autumn/spring equinox.
I haven’t seen the birdlings since my previous move–they may be in storage. But they are always here in spirit.
For Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge 151, autumn storm/darkness. I wanted a much gentler vision, but the Oracle was having no part of it.
pounding its raw grey stormchant
wind language dreaming
mad with shadows whispering
in a momentary light
in the wake of August moon–
clouds whisper sky sea
memories of ocean blue tides
rising almost full at dusk
Jupiter is really bright in the night sky these days. A few days ago it moved right above the moon across the sky. The night before that the moon rose luminous in the blue dusk.
Last night it was a beautiful gold, but my close up turned it white.
For Frank Tassone #haikai challenge, Sturgeon moon, and Peter Frankis at dVerse, looking out the window.
beginnings fall in
to ends—threads of song braided
into rainbowed clouds
light and form cascade, flying
in tandem—mist layered sky
For Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #149, waterfall, and inspired by Ken Gierke’s wonderful photos of Niagara Falls.
visions of windsong–
waves play currents of magic
painting textured light
Inspired by the photos of Phil Gomm, I tried to recreate one of his beautiful fields. I will need to explore this further, and of course, as always, I think it needs some stitching. (I’ll add that in my spare time…)
For Trank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #148 summer meadow.
It’s so unbearably hot here, it’s hard to find much motivation. Con Ed keeps calling to warn me the power might go off due to everyone overloading the grid by using their air conditioners. (I have open windows and 3 fans.) They are promising us a break on Friday.
bending air, a bridge–
rampant hues filling the gap
between heaven and earth
For Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #145, wild iris. I had promised Jade I would look for some of my old iris drawings, but I also found this rainbow spirit that somehow resembles an iris–Iris is the Greek rainbow goddess, messenger and link between mortal and deity.
The drawings are from one of my many abandoned projects, taking a journal from 1989, and doing something similar (at that time in 2015) and comparing them. 1989 is on the left, 2015 is on the right. If I could buy a bouquet, I would try it again right now, as both were done from live flowers. Maybe next year.
shapeshifting through time
in light laid bare by absence
a clash of silence
For Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #144, solstice.
My mother’s cousin Paul was a pilot who was shot down and killed in WWII. She often spoke of him with admiration and affection.
When my mother died, she left boxes of unidentified family photos; my aunt helped a bit with identifications, but she was much younger than her siblings, and had not known the southern Ohio cousins very well. In my mother’s address book, I found her second cousin Mona, Paul’s niece, who patiently looked through many photo scans I emailed her.
Finally I had a face to put to my mother’s words.
silence speaks your name–
through distant shadows of trees
crow answers, calling
This is a revision of a post from 2015. However we are spending this day, let’s take a moment to remember those who served their country and sacrificed their lives so that we could enjoy our own.
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #140, Memorial Day.
ghosts of lilacs
shimmer with butterflies
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #139 fragrant breeze.