Velvet Sleep

Velvet Sleep

Velvet Sleep

Last night I went to sleep in a velvet dress my eyelids occupied in a forever state of unknowing/uncaring which path dreams would tread 
There, on that hill of understanding (or perhaps, merely familiarity) one only knows the muses whispers
Comfort sweeps the psyche releases all the little sticky things

Grounded

Grounded

Grounded, Still Reaching for the Stars

Grounded – Still Reaching for the Stars

Plunked down to Earth
another one due to angel school

Ever energized and fed
cosmic energies flowing through

Joy response in the heart bubbles
up as circumspect as driblets do

No hesitancy detected nor intended
still reaching for the stars as they flew

Grounded each fiber of self rooted
through Earth to return as shiny beings anew 

Bear Herself

Bear Herself

Bear – Herself

Bear bows and dips
Pokes and delights
Ever fierce, passionate
Always loving, alive
Bear bless all
Carrys our prayers

Bear walks with wind
knows the medicine
keeps our secrets
tells our tales
Always dancing awake
Dreaming in the cave

Tied by Chords

Tied by Chords

One note soft, but strong
lilts into another, loud and long
a vibrational path gleaming
all the beauty of the souls’ song

Tied together by chords, like threads
slender strings all inter-webbed

Other voices soulfully weaving 
emotions sounded – joy, anger,
pleasure, dread, a shift in rhythm

As a new pattern emerges,
dancers leap with passions urge
weaving strings of life’s meaning

Lacy blends from funeral dirge
through ponderous celebration
into delights ministrations

Spontaneously

Spontaneously

Spontaneously, they ran off to some 

exotic little sun and sand beach,

at coconuts

and played in life 

for the long final act.

I just read an article about Vincent Van Gogh. It told about how his sister-in-law was responsible for making him famous after the two brothers had died. She was able to get people to finally appreciate his work by sharing his letters which told all about what he was feeling and experiencing as he painted his works.

Somehow, that knowledge informed how I put this piece together (e-collage).  Comprised of several of my older pieces, it has the feel of a family reunion of sorts, yet it is a completely new piece. That’s one of the fun things about painting collage on my computer.

Snagged

Snagged

“Don’t get snagged for long,” she said.

“On sharp little thoughts aggrieved

or spent on consternations path,

For every pulled thread provides a 

God line, a reminder of our humanity,

and still the weaving, warp and weft,

continues to describe the pattern of our lives.”

I’ve been doing my creative work without posting it (for the most part) for the last several years, because I was working on pulling all of my different websites together into this one. Recently, my husband found another stash of my Daily Napkins which had not yet been published. At the same time, I’ve been wanting to challenge myself to some “daily” creative practice once more. 

A lot of my recent work has involved layering – both directly on a canvas, and digitally with a variety of pieces of different original works. As in this one, I will post pics of the components, if I have time or inclination. 

Be-Bop Buddha

Be-Bop Buddha

He’s a be-bop Buddha

snazzin’ that jazzin’

all the day…

 

Got tunes and licks

running round

in his brain

Yeah!

I’ve been doing my creative work without posting it (for the most part) for the last several years, because I was working on pulling all of my different websites together into this one. Recently, my husband found another stash of my Daily Napkins which had not yet been published. At the same time, I’ve been wanting to challenge myself to some “daily” creative practice once more. 

A lot of my recent work has involved layering – both directly on a canvas, and digitally with a variety of pieces of different original works. As in this one, I will post pics of the components, if I have time or inclination.