the rattle
of falling leaves
autumn
the rattle
of falling leaves
Category: Haiga
the rattle
of falling leaves
water boatman
breaking the surface
long buried illusions
at the garage
Stonethwaite
Bapes and bebees
bapes and beebees
fruit by any other name
would sound as sweet
18 months
eighteen months
she pulls away
from her shadow
Underneath
underneath the bees blossom and us
the stone
the stone on the corner
still too small
dark side of the moon…
dark side of the moon
I forget how
to get back
milk break
milk break
white legs warmed
by the sun
a muster of crows
a muster of crows
search the field
with their shadows
Stickleback
revisiting my childhood stream the same stickleback
Grandma’s ashes
clearing the attic in corporation cardboard grandma’s ashes
Breakout
before the breakout
heads down
hands in pockets
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Felix culpa..
For a short time ( maybe a year ) I had an etching press ( I still do , but it’s in bits with nowhere to go ) This was 10 years ago, and a studio has never been reinstated. I came across this first movement towards book, poetry, and image and realise this has been a thread running through my life, like a spiders skein, fragile and frequently interrupted. I went to an evening class at a print workshop to get the text in place ( which was silk screened ) but felt powerless to continue the theme. Now I have discovered haiku/haiga etc and my early attempts at text and image have consolidated my desire to create artists’ books…Still, I am at a loss as to how to go forward. I present it here for your interest and for any helpful comments you may have, excuse the text, it has the honesty of feeling for the door jamb in the dark…….
The background is a collograph. I then cut out various mineral stone shapes ( each one had it’s own meaning ) from zinc, and etched them, the text was then silk screened…..
