Monday, March 7, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Threatening Skies
“Alone”by Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
"Wheat field Under Threatening Skies" Van Gogh
when the world is puddle-wonderful
E. E. Cummings- in Just-
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
Thursday, February 10, 2011
So, I've been using folklore, my family history, and referencing paintings and other things that were significant to me as a child in my drawings for my new prints. I've given little shout-outs to Van Gogh and Escher so far, and next will be Magritte.
My first grade teacher showed me a book of paintings to encourage my love for drawing and painting. I remember seeing the Magritte painting "The Son of Man" and from then on that's how I pictured my biological father. I had/have never met him and to this day, I still see him as the man in a suit with an apple hovering in front of his face, obscuring it.
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