Showing posts with label aros. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aros. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Stone #26
One rich, round, ripe Sardinian olive. Green, stuffed with pimento, steeped and plucked from a pot of salt, garlic and oil. Redolent.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Stone #25
sky, a grey wall of light against which trees are sculpted, fills, halftone, chiaroscuro, then the crumbling darkness
Monday, January 24, 2011
Stone #24
snow gloss white Carrara marble word waves in vein fizzures quarry cracks flattened snowdrop the deadly chiselled delusions bootstomp
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(a shiny field of iced snow)
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snow gloss white Carrara marble word waves in vein fizzures quarry cracks flattened snowdrop the deadly chiselled delusions bootstomp
or
snow gloss white Carrara marble word waves in vein fizzures quarry cracks flattened snowdrops the deadly chiselled delusions bootstomp bootstomp
(a shiny field of iced snow)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Stone #23
To lie down, pull the sheaves of powdered words over me, a bleached sheet of snow in the sun.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Stone #22
Snow the quality of white weightless rocksalt falls. The ground silts with sifted snow, around the strewn rocksalt are meltspots.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Stone #21
With a wind chill of -21°c, I think the Westerly wind is angry and howling cold words against our cheeks, our bodies.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Stone #20
A path of fallen, frozen red Maple leaves slowly slides and eddies before me like a stellar star cluster, while I remain still.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Stone #19
Like a La Scala, the old one in Milan, I spend a sleepless night reviewing repertoires, operas, songs, stories, but it's inconclusive.
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A River
of Stones
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A River
of Stones
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Stone #18
the thickest boughs, heavy with Titanium white spread with a fat brush - no paint falling out of the sky at the moment
Monday, January 17, 2011
Stone #17: The Sun Falls Before Dark
'The Sun Falls Before Dark,' 17.8cmx 23.9cm, 7" x 9", India ink, pencil, archival paper.
...the sun falls before dark,
folds of grace.
(written in the bridge: 'walls, walls, walls, indecision, indecision'; in back of bridge, 'dirt, dirt'; on the grass, 'grass, grass.' etc.)
'The Sun Falls Before Dark,' the barebones sketch, 17.8cmx 23.9cm, 7" x 9", archival ink, archival paper.
I drew it in near-dark without proper reading glasses with a Micron 05 pen that I've not used before. (The finished one up top was drawn in with India ink, and coloured with Castelli-Faber watercolour pencils.)
Who are they? what is happening?
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Stone #16
The train slices the Wedgewood blue and white,
a metal icicle.
Blowing snow dust glitters,
ghosts sweeping the windows.
a metal icicle.
Blowing snow dust glitters,
ghosts sweeping the windows.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Stone #15
My wandering thoughts crumble in the reflections of a mirror placed between the snow landscape and white sky.
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A River
of Stones
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A River
of Stones
Friday, January 14, 2011
Stone #14
At night I turn off the heat, crawl under a heated blanket. The room air is grey at dawn, the cat, dog and I, shivering, cold, a power failure.
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A River
of Stones
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A River
of Stones
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Stone #13
...the wind whispers ice, waves of snow blow, a few streaks of fragile light. These old lovers, a poetics of winter.
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A River
of Stones
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A River
of Stones
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Stone #12
the chunks of snow that fly off needles, like bits of coconut meat flying from whitened fir trees in a northern oasis
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A River
of Stones
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A River
of Stones
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Stone #11
scooped white dragon fruit, grated and tossed, swirling the night wind, and the black seeds, invisible, smacking my face, coat, hands
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A River
of Stones
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A River
of Stones
Monday, January 10, 2011
Stone #10
the green wing of an angel, olive lines cross-hatching into branches, the slush of salted sidewalks
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[the image came first]
A River
of Stones
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[the image came first]
A River
of Stones
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Stone #9
...it was a dawn of phosphorescent algae, coming in from the ocean, drifting overland,
a green sun
hung in icicles.
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[I wrote the image early morning, and late at night, during a frigid -16C wind chill dog walk, took this photo with my iPhone - it's photoshopped, and I'll show the original in another post- but how strange... is floating green phosphorescence a presence... in my images, and photos...? I do like how the photo turned out but couldn't tell you what I did to create it in the shades you see here.]
A River
of Stones
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