Saturday, February 19, 2022

Is that a squirrel?


 I cannot figure out how to add a photo. Nobody else can figure out how to add normalcy.

But evenso, there is now a photo.

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Friday, November 19, 2021

Soliloquy, like Hamlet didn't know either


 oh that this too too 

solid? 

What is even solid what is even this?

I'm going back to the best beyond. the middle distance. the moment before day and night.


That which is not now because now is now is now is not a place anyone should have to be.

Trees are a good place to begin the journey.

Sunday, March 21, 2021

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

How This is Done



It's been so long, I've forgotten how to make a post here. Three years about. I'll put up a picture of the coptic blank journals I made for a while, that 'while' I was not writing, not drawing.

The colorful covers are from hand marbled silk I created in the very early 90's, when I was marbling, when I was a member of the world marbler's guild. Or maybe it was the late 80's? For the journals, I also made prints on hand made Tibetan Lokta paper with a wonderful natural permanent printing ink from Wales - Caligo safe wash relief inks, by Cranfeld. I absolutely love carving out the designs for the prints.

The dragon with the rose is one of my drawings I created for use as a label for the powdered incense I made (called "Red Dragon") and packaged in small round tins and sold for awhile during the era of shops filled with crystals and herbs. The dragon is printed on elephant dung paper

I'm not making the coptic books now. It's quite hard on the wrists. They make wonderful gifts and I now have many blank art journals with pages of lovely heavy duty hemp paper to draw and write on when I am able to do so. That's what inspired the making of the coptic blank journals - I couldn't afford the commercial bound art journals. The journals using lighter weight pages are made from paper made from sugarcane. The books are bound with hemp twine.

Charlie Gillett's Sound of the World forum is no longer accessible. It's been 10 years since he died - 17 March 2010. For nearly 2 decades he, the music he loved and shared with the world, inspired me, this blog - even influenced my travels and created deep friendships.  It was in the discovery of the absence of the forum, this decade, that I looked for my blog after a long while, years even, of not looking at it to see if this blog still existed. It does. Somewhat.

It's time to find and fill my ink pens again and quit worrying that I don't (or perhaps, didn't) add color to my ink drawings. As for writing a poem, they have very little to do with time or one's relationship with time in other than cadence.




Thursday, February 23, 2017

Indigene's Hand


Out of the hollows of abandoned bones
a liminal hand strikes in stone
the silent pulse between dusk and night
there carves the image
of sound and light.



Saturday, April 16, 2016

Turtles Flying


It Isn't A Dream

Fog in the brain, body, spirit. It isn’t unpleasant. It might even be sustaining.  What is missing is that edge of reach, that window maybe doorway - sometimes sharply defined sometimes liminal and discreet. What is missing is the thought that is a blade cutting into the fog which cloaks the stars and opens the piƱata-like fruits of creativity hanging always nearby and out jumble ribbons floating like wings to dangle and entice or truly wrap round you and bear you flying beyond all boundaries and edges, dispersing the haze and sharpening the focus unto an intensity beyond anywhere but here, here in this fog. 

The fog is warm, soft, soothing, and everything that is highly sought after when anxious, sleepless, stressed, unable to be. It’s eiderdown to a cold bitter day, it needn't be night. Even so, even so, one shoves stubbornly against the sheltering fog because it is thought one should look sharp and out of that attentiveness shall come...something. Is one afeard that with comfort, creativity shall stall or even die?

Is this similar to an opium dream? Though in an opium dream, one isn’t pummeling and pushing aside the visions to look for a creative spark unless one is insanely driven.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Calla Lilies



The calla lilies have bloomed early this year,
before the vernal equinox.