Keesha, a Springer Spaniel (field dog type, bred to run all day, a high energy dog), and Tigger, who is Tiggy, or sometimes Tiggles, a black cat with some white markings (a thin and long cat with a tail long enough for him to catch).
Keesha was born August 25, 1999. Tiggy was born March 4, 1997. Some dates are too important to forget.
Keesha's bed blanket is many layers thick. Because it's snowy outside, it's even more layered than usual - beginning with a waterproof crib blanket, maybe 4 layers of fleece, a down baby comforter, a halofil comforter, and 2 or 3 towels. Don't ask. She likes it soft. An aging dog.
Tiggy *never* sits near Keesha, and *never* has anything to do with her. Yet he came, and slept like this, on Keesha's dog bed (that's on the bed, yes, yes, I know) for a long time.
Snap, snap with the iPhone.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Secrets - a draft
Secrets, 20.5cm x 25.5cm, 8"x10", India inks, archival pen inks, graphite, coffee spill, uploaded January 11, 2011 - a doodle, though I did make a stop and start voice recording as I was writing the words (you can hear the pen scratching on paper in some of it). I'll see about hosting the recording somewhere, and transcribing it I guess. I don't think this piece is finished yet, though maybe it is.
If you click on the drawing, it'll open to a larger size in a new window. It's later, and I've made an .mp3. You can listen. The words are in the drawing, all of them and I'm reading them to you via a 'voice memo' on my iPhone as I'm writing them.
Raw drawing; raw recording. No performance or finesse here. I had to try this once, and once is enough truly.
Not sure how listenable... recorded while composing the writing in the drawing, and you can hear the pen scratching, me flipping pages to look for written images, and the slowness. Voice following the fingers. Reading what's being written, rather than composing out loud. Unable to post as is, the flat voice, so I had to. Bamboo Music, a background.
Brenda Clews, words, voice, mix; background music, Bamboo Music's 'Last Flute,' a free mp3 download on http://music.download.com.
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
Donating all sales of my Collector's Edition to Jamendo
January 8, 2011
Dear Jamendo,
I created an album of poetry recordings with tracks of music by mostly Jamendo musicians. To go with this album, I made a 26 page .pdf file of the text of the poems. I offered it in my 'store' for 5 €.
What I would like is to donate any and all proceeds to Jamendo, 100%.
Now no-one has bought the Collector's Edition, and perhaps no-one ever will. But if anyone does, I'd like ALL proceeds to go to Jamendo.
In thanks, thanks for your site, thanks for your service, thanks for your support of musicians...
Let me know how to do this,
warm regards,
Brenda
January 10, 2011
Hi Brenda,
Thank you for the sweet message. That is a very kind offer and we very much
appreciate it! To make a donation to jamendo, you can go into your admin panel
and click where it says "payments." At the top, there is a place where it says
"make a donation to jamendo."
I have listened to your poetry and I think it is absolutely captivating. Thank
you so much for posting it to our site!
Have a wonderful week.
Nicole
08.01.2011 17:10 - Brenda Clews a écrit:
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