collage, pressed flowers, book spine, book pages, old map, 10"x10"
I have been reading the book, WILD COMFORT: The Solace of Nature, by Kathleen Dean Moore. The book is filled with descriptive passages that are lyrical, poetic and beautiful- breathtaking. The words conjure up visual and sensual imagery in my mind. There is also a profound meditation on the healing power of nature, and how nature impacts writings such as poetry as well as visual artists, no matter what their medium is. Here is a sample:"At first, the morning is flat as a sketch--sleeping bag laid out on a stone slab, narrow creek flowing from right to left, hillside filling most of the page. What texture there is seems to be drawn in lead pencil. Sound is flat and monochrome, too, the creek seeping steadily, rock to rock. People call it white noise, but today it is pale gray."
Lisa Sarsfield is a collage artist who often has bird nests as her theme.You can find more of her work at her blog here.
Neva Gagliano is a poet and artist who has a wonderful blog here. Here is one of her poems:
If there's to be anything incessant,
let it be birds' calling
breezes on bare arms
chirping in the ears
and rain sparking
it all to life.
Novie Trump. Nest. You can find more of her ceramic sculptures here.I was looking for images and writings on and by William Segal, painter and spiritual teacher.
This search led me to the blog of Luke Storms. You can find his thought provoking writings here. This is what I found:
Come to the edge.
We can't, we're afraid.
Come to the edge.
We can't, we'll fall.
Come to the edge.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew. --Guillaume Apollinaire
This search led me to the blog of Luke Storms. You can find his thought provoking writings here. This is what I found:
Come to the edge.
We can't, we're afraid.
Come to the edge.
We can't, we'll fall.
Come to the edge.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew. --Guillaume Apollinaire
I live on a cliff overlooking the Puget Sound in the Pacific NW. This is a view of the beach below me.
Ben Judson, San Antonio Texas, is a freelance writer, web designer and artist. You can find more of his writings and poetry here. Here is one of his wonderful poems:
BACK TO ITS EXPOSED ROOTS
The arc of the visible river is long
but it bends toward moments
in which a song reaches out
with its silent hands
to grasp the darkness to lead it
back to its exposed root
its first whisper
its fading darkness.
BACK TO ITS EXPOSED ROOTS
The arc of the visible river is long
but it bends toward moments
in which a song reaches out
with its silent hands
to grasp the darkness to lead it
back to its exposed root
its first whisper
its fading darkness.
Eva Francova. You can find more of her work here.
"We need stones around us to echo the substance of our own lives---hard, heavy, timeless, and subtly hued." Thomas Moore
acrylic, collage 8"x10"
BLACKBIRD
All these springs
we didn't know
what the tree-lined street
was missing.
Silver thread,
liquid song,
calligraphy on the run
outside the window.
All these springs
we didn't know
what the tree-lined street
was missing.
Silver thread,
liquid song,
calligraphy on the run
outside the window.
