I consulted the Oracle while considering Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. This morning I was up as the sun was rising and even though there are no trees nearby I could hear the birds waking the day as they do every spring. It was a welcome sound.
I did a lot of fiddling myself with the art–first I painted a soft background, and then I did some more intense stripes on a separate piece of paper. I cut those up and tried a number of arrangements. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I started, but satisfying nonetheless.
as morning returns
light fiddles with sky
mist, the thousand green forest
languages, blue wind
whispers of pink moon gardens–
dream shadows swimming through time
almost a shadow
almost an echo between
hidden voices wandering
the uncharted borderlines
This year’s Wolf Moon comes with a penumbral eclipse. For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #120, and also linked to OLN on dVerse, hosted by Grace.
This is a watercolor with a moon photo collaged on top.
I’m going to be absent from posting for awhile, though I will try to check in with what everyone’s doing. I’m moving into a small temporary space, putting most of my stuff in storage, and hoping to move into a permanent home before 2020 is through. I won’t have a drawing table and not sure how many supplies will fit into the space, but I’ll be back to doing more work of some kind as soon as I can.
My January grid turned out to be a circle. The words were taken from a NY Times section that summarized the 2019 year’s top stories. I tried to take all the negativity and give it a more positive spin.
The birds may have been climate-changed out of their respective states, but they are still here.
in opposite images
anything can be portaled
where borders cross into birds
The Oracle’s message for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, and the New Year.
ancient moon roots murmur
through earthnight offering life–
breathe the colors of darkness
as light reflects skysong
this persistent grey
magnifies the compressed dark–
dawn heavy with dusk
squirrels search for buried treasure–
seeds in wait for light’s return
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #117. I was going to do a completely different collage, but once I pulled out the handmade paper, I decided that stitching some together was what was needed. I haven’t done any stitching for awhile, and it was good to get back to it.
The squirrels have been very busy lately.
The Oracle gave me a glimpse of a feeling this week
like a half-remembered dream
breath on a window–
the rhythm of starry air
exploring the night
listening to secrets born
in dark sky voices of trees
I consulted the Oracle about Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. I’m not ready for snow, but a snow garden is a nice thought.
light frosts earth’s shining
treepaths, following dawnsong
through fresh snow gardens
winter listens deep, breathing
sun secrets to spiritwinds