Sunday, October 24, 2010
Tea Ceremony
Tea Ceremony, 2010, 9"x9.5", 23cm x 24cm, india ink, pencils, oils, beeswax.
I came back to this little drawing -a year later turning it into a little painting. Rubbed out some of the green pencil, brushed melted beeswax over it, a little sepia oil colour, wrote into it. I should have left it at this point.
Tea Ceremony
The grace in living,
teapot, tea leaves, steeping.
She bends to pour.
When the waters
washed away the homes.
Clotted blood
of his wounds.
Petals floating on dirges.
Yet laughter of lovers,
her heart of memory.
Landscapes of green
move through us.
Comfort of the gentle
and exact tea ceremony.
Love is everything
the great artist sings.
(c)Brenda Clews, 2009.
Tea Ceremony, 2010, 9"x9.5", 23cm x 24cm, india ink, pencils, oils, beeswax.
This is where I left it after many hours of working. It's glued (with a natural, non-toxic glue) onto another sheet and the writing is scratched through. It spent the night being flattened under many books before this scan.
(Click on images for larger size.)
Slideshow of process from sketch to finished.
Friday, October 15, 2010
'Art of Form' at SPAZ I O dell'arte Gallery
direct link to video: Theo's 'Art of Form' at SPAZ I O dell'arte
Theo Willemse's sculpture show, 'The Art of Form,' at SPAZ I O dell'arte in Toronto, September, 2010.
Theo Willemse: theowillemse.com
Videoed and edited by Brenda Clews: brendaclews.com
Music by Buz Hendricks: somewhereoffjazzstreet.com
The track is from his song, 'Night Voices,' on "Stories from Midnight Streets": jamendo.com/en/album/25297
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For this video I culled images from nearly 60 clips taken over 2 days - the reception, and the much quieter next day. The show was magnificent and I hope this short video gives a sense of Theo's work in the wonderful gallery at SPAZ I O dell'arte. Besides the basic editing of multiple clips, I added quite a few filters, the latter to better accompany Buz's fabulous music. Enjoy this memento!
Friday, October 08, 2010
Fruit Bowl
Vivid orange
rind tears softly
my piercing fingernail,
lying stripped, so
fleshly, sinful to eat.
Like swallowing a thick,
ripe womb for fertilized
ova, section by section.
My tangelo and I tango
sweet juice on the tongue.
Eating the unborn progeny
of plants, I think
of raw food aficionados,
their lust.
rind tears softly
my piercing fingernail,
lying stripped, so
fleshly, sinful to eat.
Like swallowing a thick,
ripe womb for fertilized
ova, section by section.
My tangelo and I tango
sweet juice on the tongue.
Eating the unborn progeny
of plants, I think
of raw food aficionados,
their lust.
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