Friday Poem: Moon

There was splendid full moon last night (and a lovely crispy crunchy frost this morning…), which I think is sufficient reason to share this poem from some years ago. It’s been a busy week, and I haven’t been to that place where the Hums are, so the back catalogue it is…oct2010 034 (Large)

The moon transforms
warm flesh to marble
as cold and white and lovely
as her face.

The moon reveals
in her obscure light
a beauty never seen
by light of day.

The lowliest
and ugliest
is transfigured
by her touch

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Having chosen the poem, the next challenge was – .what photos can I use to illuminate it? I have hundreds of photos in dozens of folders, and no actual filing system in place to enable me to find anything…(I’m an artist, not an organiser). Luckily, the picture pixies were on my side, and I found a photo of the actual moon in the very first folder I looked in. Fate! Then I cheated a little, and chose two mysterious-looking images to make up the numbers.oct2010 229 (Large)

I was taking (yet another ) photo of the spectrum, when I became distracted by how cool the effect of the sunlight through my specs was!

Creativity: Escape XXIV

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I’m not sure where I cut this quote from, or who is being quoted, which is very remiss of me, but I glued it into my altered book, “Escape” because I liked what was said. It hides under a photo of a red poppy, printed on vellum and hinged with silvery duct tape. The translucence of the vellum allows the text on the page beneath to be vaguely visible.

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I keep an eye out for interesting papers on which to print images as well as to use for making hand made books. Cheap shops sometimes have really good stuff, if you’re lucky and quick. I once bought 100% cotton rag copy paper in the Reject Shop, which photos print on beautifully. If only I’d known, I would have bought every pack they had…

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Behind the flower is this wonderful quote –  I found it in a book of artworks by musicians, which I borrowed from a library. Work by Chris and Curt Kirkwood, the “brothers Meat” also featured. I wish it was mine…I knew a woman many years ago who was in the habit of “losing” (ie keeping) books she wanted from the library. She paid for the “lost” book – probably the original price, not the market value of out-of-print rarities. The thought of her dishonesty and sheer gall still amazes me, because she was an otherwise respectable school teacher. Surely the Librarians figured out her little scheme after a few “losses”!

Weekly Photography Challenge: Muse

 

What’s your favourite subject, the one you always go back to, your photography muse? That’s the question put by the Weekly Photography Challenge this time…hmmm. What to choose?!

I could pick Juniper, my grand daughter – lots of pics of her in the past 21 months – or flowers, in and out of my garden – I’ve been taking photos of them since my dad gave me his old Kodak brownie in… well, years ago.

But I’m choosing shadows, because if anything prompts me to fetch a camera right now it’s an intriguing shadow.

I didn’t even look through many folders…

And then I had to include Juniper’s shadow as well. Late in the afternoon, the winter sun pours into their living room (if they’re lucky) and casts beautiful strong shadows. I should add that the soft drink/pop bottle in the first gallery is a detail of a pastel painting I did of a photo that I took because of the fabulous shadows one evening at Scarborough Beach, Perth, WA.

Friday Poem: List

Here we are, at Friday again already…I read one of those helpful “how to figure out what you want to do with your life” articles recently, in which it was suggested that you write a quick list of what you yearn for. That wasn’t all it said, but it set me off on this poem, which, I have to admit, isn’t a complete list of my ‘desires’…music video

I desire –
peonies,
dark chili chocolate from Seattle,
linen sheets:
warm feet and
a cool breeze on my face;
shade in summer,
sunshine in winter.

I desire also
spicy food and good bread,
coffee in cafes,
tea in a pot,
music in immoderation
and otherwise – silence,
punctuated by birdsong and crickets.

I desire a studio
chock full of art supplies
yet with clear space to work in.

(That might be asking
too much…)

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I have teapots, but I usually use tea bags, I planted 3 peonies on Wednesday (fingers crossed), my studio space is chockers, but there’s no clear space, just archaeological layers…I’m working on it, OK?

In pursuit of peonies, I bought several pieces on vintage kimono fabric (from KimoYES in ACT) featuring the glorious blooms, and I will be making a wall piece with them, in due course. Apparently the peony, known as King of Flowers, symbolises “good fortune bravery and honour”, and is used in tattoos to “signify a devil-may-care attitude”. I guess I should consider a peony tattoo then!peonies

Creativity: Escape XXIII

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Back this week with my altered book, “Escape”. I am almost at the end of it, but not quite. The list on this page comes from Martha Beck’s book “The Joy Diet”, which has almost nothing to do with food, and everything to do with living a joy filled life (which is not necessarily the same as being happy all the time). All the original text was obliterated with two colours of acrylic house paint (sample pots rule!), and I’ve painted swirls of various colours of watercolour over the top of it. A bird sticker, from Kikki-K, completes the decoration, and then I wrote the list with a sharpie, using a playful style of lettering.DSCF9434 (Large)

The following page, also painted over, has an image torn from an art magazine stuck in the centre. I added earplugs and another skull to illustrate the ideas, plus a thought about Creativity versus Duty, which is my constant bugbear. There is quite a lot of colour on this page, but in random blocks, unlike the swirls on the previous page.

Weekly Photography Challenge: Roy G Biv

The challenge for photographers this week is to portray the whole rainbow of colours, singly or all together. I have plenty of photos of the spectrum, cast from ‘crystals’ hung in sunny windows, and I love colour, so my files are full of possibilities for this challenge, but I thought it would be more challenging to go out in my cold wintry garden (it’s the winter solstice today in the southern hemisphere) and try to find the magic seven. Here’s what I found…

My Limelight salvia, which did have bright blue flowers was looking sad (but not very blue) after a ‘good’ frost yesterday, and Blue Chalk sticks are not very blue either, but I found an adequate spectrum, considering mid-winter, I think!

Years ago, when the garden was much newer, I used to record what was in flower every winter solstice in a garden notebook. There is more in flower than I have shown here – I didn’t take photos of pink flowers, because there’s no pink in the rainbow (my youngest son will argue that there’s no indigo, either…)spectrum (Large)

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Friday Poem: Back Home

Back home, back at (volunteer) work, back to the back catalogue for a poem this Friday – appropriately titled, but not actually about where I live (The ocean receded from here many thousands of years ago, before the Grampians were pushed up into a mountain range. ..) No, this is the fantasy region I visit whenever I can, located in the State of Poetry.Indian Ocean sunset (Large)

The wind blows cold and clear off the ocean.
Pine needles glitter and dance in golden light.
The branches sough and sigh and sing,
The rival of an angels choir.
The water of the bay
Is azure fretted with gold.
Waves run in at the beach,
Where shells lie reflecting the sky;
Pearly opalescence dancing in the foam.dec2010 156 (Large)

I’ve chosen some photos of the ocean (also from my back catalogue) to illuminate the poem. The first and second are of  the part called “Indian”,  taken at Scarborough Beach in Perth, and the third was taken many years ago on a beach near Rye in Victoria. Those are the younger four of my five kids – all of them are grown-ups now!apic22 (Large)