day 11
29 faces
after spending the last several days
painting in journals
my fingers itched to rip and paste
to create this face
and
a poem by one of my favorite poets
“Despite the enormous evening sky
spreading over most of the canvas,
its moon no more
than a tarnished coin, dull and flat,
in a devalued currency;
despite the trees, so dark themselves,
stretching upward like supplicants,
utterly leafless; despite what could be
a face, rinsed of feeling, aimed
in their direction,
the two small figures
at the bottom of this picture glow
bravely in their carnival clothes,
as if the whole darkening world
were dimming its lights for a party.”
― Linda Pastan, Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems, 1968-1998
spreading over most of the canvas,
its moon no more
than a tarnished coin, dull and flat,
in a devalued currency;
despite the trees, so dark themselves,
stretching upward like supplicants,
utterly leafless; despite what could be
a face, rinsed of feeling, aimed
in their direction,
the two small figures
at the bottom of this picture glow
bravely in their carnival clothes,
as if the whole darkening world
were dimming its lights for a party.”
― Linda Pastan, Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems, 1968-1998
awesome Irene!
ReplyDeleteShe looks deep in thought, beautiful collaged piece.
ReplyDeleteThe face at the top of this blog is so interesting. All the colors, and patterns and other materials all combine into a very pleasing final product.
ReplyDeleteTerrific color and textures in this! Nicely done!
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