A country afar,
a day’s travel away but
not as seen Afar.
A day, a night, a resort,
won’t reveal a people, Afar!
When I read Basho,
Thoughts of order and beauty,
Not just bashed out.
Stacked up like fish
In the market of the mind
Old haikus rotting!
Bassins, Capital Hill,
soulful singer between acts,
early Roberta Flack.
The Voice set designer
paints with light and fog. Creates
moments of lyric art!!
Impromptu renditions,
wild ramblings,
flights of fancy,
winged ideas
startling fantasies,
tumbling words,
wandering images,
fogged vistas,
tangible inspirations,
tactile vocabulary,
and…
This is my story!
Curtain going up,
Nathan Lane, Matthew Broderick…
But, It’s Only A Play!
Visual frenzy, sudden envy,
trash to treasure in the mind.
At the Elephant’s Trunk.
“Pop, what’s the last number?”
“Numbers grow, then they’ll contract.
Isa, One is the last.
One became two, two became three.
God is one when man is one.”
At one time I thought I could be much more productive if I just took photos of scenes that I wanted to paint. So instead of sketching I’d just whip out the camera, frame, shoot and move up the road, path, etc. When I got the pictures back – oh yes, dating myself be admitting this was in the day of film and developing and printing photos – I knew when, and where, but couldn’t for the life of me see what it was that had attracted me to that scene as a potential painting. That never happened with sketching because by definitiion the sketch captured what need expressing.
So here’s a quick sketch from a Sunday in Newport, Rhode Island. So much worth capturing in Newport and it’s a great place to spend a day just wandering around. Mansions, Cliff Walk, 2nd Beach… On and on.