July 7, 2025
Dotty Wassily Kandinsky, #3: Pencil and Pastel
Looking Out the Family Room Window on My Way to Make Breakfast
you know
those hokey wooden-plaque
garden tchotchkes,
the ones painted with an image
of a woman’s
exaggerated fat bottom
broadside to the world
as she bends over
to pluck weeds,
her bright blue bloomers
pocked with oversized
bright white polka dots?
this is not that.
this is betty,
upright, present,
at one with her perennial garden,
attractive with a fresh stylish haircut,
wearing crisp ecru bermuda shorts
and a lovely floral top in soft coral.
her back towards me,
sturdy cane in one hand,
garden hose in the other,
john gone two months now,
she embodies plainspoken elegance
in the early-hours dapple
of a sleeveless june morning.
i drink in the sight of her
from across the space
of the hip-to-hip back yards
that have linked us now
for 46 of her 91 years.
a steady spray flares and arcs
from her garden hose
turns light into dazzle,
alchemizes my heart
into vibrant kaleidoscopic chips
of uncomplicated joy.
just that.
just
all of that.
that’s what
this is.
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8 x 8″; watercolor pencil, acrylic, and oil pastel on paper
concentric circles and squares after Wassily Kandinsky
2025
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Notes About Poem and Painting:
• I saw Betty as I walked through the family room, stood mesmerized for several minutes, then turned around and went right back upstairs to scribble a draft of “Looking Out.” Breakfast had to wait. I had to catch the emerging poem by the tail right then and there.
• I’m having fun channeling Kandinsky. In this piece, I used Stabilo woodies to pencil back-and-forth-and-up-and-down in empty squares; brushed the pencil markings with water; faded them back with several diluted washes of white, on top of which I stenciled white acrylic hatch marks. From there, freeplay with oil pastels softened by smudging, some blending of hues with woodies, and some roughing up with fingernail scribble-scratches.
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