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| From Perigee Moon |
Metamorphosis Under the Moon, 2010, 28" x 22", 71cm x 56cm, oil pastel, oil paint pen on paper. Click image for larger.
Perigee Moon
Under the full moon,
she mutates.
Her arms, bone
twigs become wing feathers.
Red hair flaming in the white light.
A riptide of ocean
in our blood
pulls to the surface,
this night of imaginings.
Moonlight glosses the lake.
The white muse moon pours magic.
Under the full moon we see
in the dark, our dreaming eyes open.
Pastel on black paper, my fingers dance.
The women sculpt each other.
A creatrix is born.
She is a wild woman.
In the circle of wild women.
In the wilds, where we transform.
Among the night animals,
owl, wolf, jaguar,
where our breath roars,
whispers, sings,
where our visions
transform us.
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Pastel sketch done in a DanceOurWayHome 'Dreaming in the Dark' session yesterday afternoon, January 30th. Poem written today. The perigee moon this year was very bright; we saw it under clear skies.February 14th, update: Last night I wrote the poem on the pastel with a Sharpie paint pen that malfunctioned - splats! and so dipped the pen into deliberate splats on another sheet of paper and wrote the poem. Oddly, the words seem scratched on with a feather, perhaps dipped in a splat of white moonlight... :)
just lovely, brenda!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sky. There were maybe 10 women in Caro's Dreaming in the Dark session. Caro is an Expressive Arts Therapist and she combines rich guided imagery and a theme with wild dancing and an art activity - writing usually, but last week she brought out the pastels, glue, sparkles, feathers and we all created a piece about the Creatress/Creatrix. You are so very insightful to gather that in your comment on this piece at Facebook! Thank you so very much for your response. xo
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