Mixed media collage. Various magazine images, tissue paper, permanent marker.
Rough and unpolished, you can see every little blemish in this one – but I really liked the composition, so there’s that! Realizing that I used a lot of pink images I’d been saving up, and paired the pink with red. My mother always told me pink and red clashed, so this is my revenge. <grin>
I just found this blog called Candia Comes Clean, and it is a journal after my own heart. Her writing is excellent, which you’ll be able to see in the attached poem from her post entitled News from Nowhere. She’s also got quite the talent for sketching and images. This piece, a sad beauty about lovers parting, is a treat. Enjoy!
via News From Nowhere
Plant photo by Michele Montserrat
Manikin photo from Pexels
What I Call A Miracle
Bent over, hobbling,
each step a new kind of pain
dark and bone-deep,
like the scraping metal of a spoon in an empty bowl,
like the crush of the crowd
stumbling over the homeless body in the street.
This world will steal the purple joy from my heart, if I let it.
But then I feel the sun warm on my face.
This will break the spell,
and the bad dream recedes.
The landscape rolling,
a healing flowing
known and unknown –
St. Croix, Mississippi,
and the swimming pool of my childhood home.
Despair blown away with delight,
remembering the way I felt,
eager and free
wind blowing in my hair
eyes streaming in sun and happiness,
gazing over the cottonwoods
laid out in endless sighing green.
This is what I call a miracle.
Door photo by Michele Montserrat, 2016.
Rolling Forest – stock photo image from Pexels.
For a moment
you could see the movement of air, just there,
unseen but for the dust
drifting in shining stream, revealed in windowlight.
Feel the invisible rich haze,
silent walzing mote formation –
a playmate for the drafting air,
as they kiss, joined, whirling together,
moving in brightness
then disappearing in shadow.
Lighthearted, just short of a tine
a muse came gently, between me and mine,
as there I stood between shelved books
titled in genres favored by kooks –
Fantasy, Horror, and Graphic novels galore!
More than that, I can say no more
for as there I stood, in booklust tarried
the shelves tipped over, and now I’m buried.