I have currently created some reinterpretations from Mr Stetzers Best 1000...it was fun and the smallest paintings I have ever done...each is about 1 3/4 wide X 1"...Hey good practice
...You got some weird stuff going on with images here...this continues to invert even after editing...a bit glitchy I believe...I've been a beta tester...not sure why this is happening, but you get the idea...
Richard Hugo was a fantastic Northwest poet. I've always liked this poem, from his book The Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir. "Upper Voight's, To All the Cutthroat There" You curve in dandelion wine and in my dream of a receptive east. Windows in my house are sanctuary and the four hills east are fast with creeks you live in. Why curve tornado from the shade of cress or stone, why curve away when I approach upwind, a bush toward your home, that home of words in back of any rock that pools the water dark? I sneak fat and weightless on the log you're under. I taste the chinese red of thunder on your throat, jet spots on your side that fade to spotless white along your gut. What prayer brings you roaring quick as words, unexpected, cruel through gold? God is small. The wing of eastbound liners six miles over us is rigid as your fin when you don't move. Such climb down. Logs left by the blaze are hollow and I'm cut from crashing through black crust. Vine maple, greasewood and my past including last night work against my search. And still I look, certain you'll leave me, a bitter nun starved for curve in my poem.
I write a bit of poetry... Promises Broken It has been too many years Since I fished it… This little black jewel Favorite little river Near the coast At the cusp of salt That I have loved For decades now... Inconsequential it seems? As it has been To my surprise eviscerated With clear cutting Silt run off Filling holding water Convinced that I need To be more aware Get more active Be an advocate for things I love I feel ashamed That I didn't know... Did anyone speak up? In the din of quiet… It created jobs in the woods… The new green is The color of mud and sand Toppled trees and under story Of devils club, scrub alder And Himalayan blackberries... And a sanctity Of promises broken.
Riverine- (The band Haoma recorded this) Glisten and wake, In dappled light A hypnotic chorus, Drenched whispers Kissing stone, Caressing moss Singing salmon songs Silent discussions, Marine, riverine Ever coursing Toward the sea.
Didn't mean to be either. I just though the image 'instinct' was art. art: something that depicts something it's not. Still: I like it. alot. Just sayin! Can I buy a print????
Certainly...i have great scans of it...I am new to this forum but i believe my profile has my email adress...
Happy to see the northern migration of some talented folks from the south. Is the northward migration because of global warming, or did I miss something back on the old planet? DD
Nope, nothing happened on the old planet. This is a neat site, very active and the humor of some of the posts reminds me of the original Virtual Fly Shop. Folks post from all over the country here so I figured I might as well jump on the band wagon.