For Baghdad

2009, 11"x9¼", 28cmx23.5cm, 
inks, oil pastel on archival paper
(I wrote into the drawing as I was
drawing; later I edited the words 
slightly into the poem that
accompanies the image)

throw bones

bone men
char men

cartilage has no
nerve endings

Baghdad is burning
-the bombers are coming-
hide your children

the god of fire thunder is upon us
the god who eats men

armor yourselves for it is useless
shrapnel sharp spinning
from the god's eye

cease & desist
cease & desist
cease & desist


                                                

Imaginary People Leaping into Unknown Situations

imaginary people leaping into unknown situations

A wee bit of humor today! ☆lol ♥♪

(click for larger size - it'll open even if the image is strangely absent from this page ;;)))

                                                

Musical creativity promoting creative processes...

Direct link: Jean Toba's Cyb'air, described as 'gascoAmbientoJazzFunk contemporain relaxant.'

* The simplicity of this electronic music with its white spaces is conducive to my inner poetic thoughts. It's not shifting my brainwaves so much as moving with them. How this is I cannot explain. Is this ambient background music or muse to create by? A bicycle pump & air? Too wild for words. And yet it's gentle, opening pathways rather than probing; allowing a strange rhythm rather than imposing one. I like! I like!

Jean Toba writes in his album notes:

I published this album, to answer to many fans demands (2 or 3) and to the heavy request of my dear grandmother a hundred years old who could still not hear the musical treasures of her little jean.. . that's done, I can sleep quiet and my grandmother too.

Cyb'Air or the incredible meeting between a computer and a bicycle pump.

The cover of the album illustrates perfectly this historic meeting !

From this meeting spouted out three sound petals (tocToc berlin and robotGym). This is the little sound bunch I offer you ... It's easier to share than a little pot of butter available to web surfers!

TocToc : it scratchs, it strikes, it is bizarrrre, it undulates, it rubs, it squeaks, it is jean Toba. Berlin is an autumn stroll in Berlin in the early 20 th century.

RobotGym : it is an atmosphere in the way of Fritz Lang's "Metropolis" .

Go on relax and listen!

                                                

Daphne

Daphne, 2009, 8"x11", 21.5cmx28cm, India ink, acrylic, oil pastel on archival paper. Sketch & poem here. Click on image for larger size.

I am happier with this painting now. In it I see elements from different fairy and mythic tales, but she is Daphne. She is composed from my imagination.

Steven said, 'I have only been able to give the picture a quick look.  But I enjoyed a strange chilliness – not in a sense of anything emotionally frigid, but something wintery, something gelid, something in the tree branches that suggested icicles.  And I loved the eyes.  Two such different eyes to have on one face, and both so full of personality.  And the way the tilt of the eyes was taken up by the mouth.'

Yes, I felt Persephone, the onset of Winter, as I was drawing her!
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Here is a little slideshow of the stages of the poem painting (click to go to Picasa for a larger viewing):