Noodler's Black Ink and a dip pen, and tubes of decades old watercolour that I found in the bottom of a drawer. (Same) tree outside my window, ©Brenda Clews, 2014, 10" x 8.5", 130lb archival paper.
___
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-oh, writing process- on Metaphor
in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
-
What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
-
The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
-
Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ...
No comments:
Post a Comment