Sunday, July 12, 2020

On My Nightstand, on My Easel (19)

On my nightstand

Inside his head, 
questions 
like race cars 
shuddered in a row, 
waiting to roar off. 
Suddenly 
he let the first one go.

Ouida Sebestyen, I.O.U.'s


On my easel



work in progress, 85 days in (after a long break), 7/12/20
detail
playing with questions
24 x 48" canvas

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Streetable #10

You know how good-byes feel. 
How the air gets excited 
when all its ions 
and electrical charges 
are disrupted, 
first by the intent to leave 
and after by the leaving itself. 
Then, when the bodies move 
away through space, 
they create empty pockets 
where feelings get caught 
and eddy around in the vacuum, 
creating little vortices 
of relief 
or sadness 
or confusion. 
That’s the way it felt 
on the day the Seeds left town.

Ruth Ozeki, All Over Creation



Perhaps If She Acts as Though Things Are Normal
4 x 6" postcard; acrylic and ink
abstract
2020

before primping



Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Streetable #9

The sea has always
whispered to me,
all down my life
it's been there.
And with that endless
restlessness
come other sounds—
seagulls shrieking
and mast wires clinking
as boats shift;
pebbles turning
and waves 
tapping sea-worn rocks.

Jules Hardy, Altered Land



Gurry and Sea-Worn Rocks, Ebb Tide
4 x 6" postcard; acrylic, water-soluble pastel, ink, and collage
abstract
2020

unaltered land