It's the beginning of my fourth and final working semester of my MFA. As promised I'm becoming an "interdisciplinary artist" only not in the way I first imagined. Be sure to visit
Improbable Beautiful for a glimpse of arts education magic.
Here's what I've been working on lately
|
63 tiny painted squares |
|
close-up of some tiny painted squares |
|
color stacks or stacks of color |
|
misty stacks of color |
Four Tanka Poems by Me
1.
Rivers to ocean, water to land, uneasy junctures
Despite calm skies above
Something deep inside churns at the meeting place
2.
Pull off the cloth, pick-up the pieces, it’s warm inside.
Clock tic tocks the old way, time passed slowly then.
There’s a rhythm in that too
3.
Others
have done it so you will be unafraid
Death is not
unknown
So, is
it the dying or the leaving that frightens us?
4.
Boy
gazes up, clouds sprawl and curve to touch earth’s edge
Man peers down,
digs and scratches with feral intent
World
spins around and around.