She wanted a holo phrase, did Hope Mirrlees 100 Years Ago – This year the 4th of July fizzles like the silverfish on the floor of the black and white cassock closet in the church up the hill through Hilltop Park in the dark walk thru ocean arch morning. This year, 2020, I recall andContinue reading “Blast Famous Forth: A Still Life”
“Ocean Crag” pictured in stages. Oil on canvas, 16″ by 20.”
“Loomings” is the title given this now completed painting, shown below in various work in progress stages. The piece is 24″ x 36″ x 1&1/2″. For the first time, I used Lukas Berlin “Water Mixable Oil Colour” paints. I did not mix in any water. Though I have wall-hung the painting, the paint is stillContinue reading ““Loomings””
All work is work in progress. Never finished. Brought to a close. Ready for fashion. Finis. Ready to beginnan. Again. How to? Cover up. Conceal the old. Bury. Build over. Incomplete. Partial, patchy: imperfect.
Water based oils on canvas: 40″ x 30″ x 1&3/4″.
“You are the light of the world.A cityset upon a hillcannot be hidden” (Matthew 5:14). Not to mention something you’ve put up online. What’s posted online can’t be deleted or hidden. That is the poet’s dilemma, who craves publication but still has changes, or will have. But that is only a matter or problem ofContinue reading “Paintings and Poems: City on a Hill”
Geomicrobiologists now claim life underground exceeds in size, diversity, and span life above ground. What is life? It might be easier to simply say Earth is alive, all of it, including the rocks. And does extraterrestrial life exist? Well, we exist, we think. It now appears planets are living beings. Universe is alive. And that’sContinue reading “At the Intersection of Above and Below Ground”
Portlanders love to sit out. At sidewalk cafes, outside pubs, in their yards or drives. On porches, decks, balconies. In parks. On special occasions, neighbors will close their street to cars so they can sit out in the middle of the block at improvised tables in whatever chairs seem to turn up. The atmosphere ofContinue reading “Sitting Out: Painting in Progress”
On the table a yellow bowl green apple red pear fuzzy pink peach blue-green ba nana All as verbless as the bibelots all in nice rows of yore Nana’s touchless glassed shelf.
One advantage of painting over writing, there needn’t be words. Where is there writing without words? I want to read that.