Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Snowbirds and Bedstraw
Lithograph, hand-colored with watercolor and prismacolor, 5 x 5"
Illustration from MEADOW MINE.
The first time I saw snowbirds here was the year the lamb's quarters grew 10 feet tall and produced buckets of seed. The birds stayed all winter and have returned every year since. We let the grass grow the year after that and for two years had a meadow.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
At Dawn
At dawn
the sky the color of mimosa blossoms.
Between the green with long legs
two soft deer barely brown
move along the fence
watching as I light the kiln.
This is a summer poem from an old poetry manuscript, DANCING THE TWO-STEP IN THE CRACKLE OF DAWN. Many of the poems were illustrated with sumi-e brush paintings, this one was not.
the sky the color of mimosa blossoms.
Between the green with long legs
two soft deer barely brown
move along the fence
watching as I light the kiln.
This is a summer poem from an old poetry manuscript, DANCING THE TWO-STEP IN THE CRACKLE OF DAWN. Many of the poems were illustrated with sumi-e brush paintings, this one was not.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Mourning Dove
Thursday, July 14, 2011
The Poplar's Song
This is where I go
This is where I come from.
I reach with arms given long ago.
I reach with arms brought out of myself.
I breathe the light of today.
I breathe the light of yesterday.
The fires in my leaves are me
The fires in my leaves are my children
The fires in my leaves are my fathers.
The air moves around me
The air moves into me
I am the air.
All my strength, all my sinews
Bind me to the water of the earth.
The earth gives me water
The sky gives me air
The sun fires my leaves.
The earth is home to my dream
The dream is the song of my life.
This is where I go
This is where I come from.
From CROW STORY: A TALE FROM THE OAK GROVE
This is where I come from.
I reach with arms given long ago.
I reach with arms brought out of myself.
I breathe the light of today.
I breathe the light of yesterday.
The fires in my leaves are me
The fires in my leaves are my children
The fires in my leaves are my fathers.
The air moves around me
The air moves into me
I am the air.
All my strength, all my sinews
Bind me to the water of the earth.
The earth gives me water
The sky gives me air
The sun fires my leaves.
The earth is home to my dream
The dream is the song of my life.
This is where I go
This is where I come from.
From CROW STORY: A TALE FROM THE OAK GROVE
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Michael
Relief, 21 x 12"
The first time I saw Egyptian relief, or hollow relief, was at a museum in LA. There was a small carving of a dog by a master Egyptian sculptor. The ancient piece looked very modern to me and I was enchanted by it. I began using techniques of Egyptian relief and eventually incorporated techniques of bas relief in the same pieces. I met Michael at St. Stephens in DC. He was a chef for CCNV. I did several portraits of him and this is the only one that survives.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Girl in the Sun
Saturday, July 2, 2011
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