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Tag: Drawing

animals in the sky nurse their young

I said that was a long time ago

I passed through that stage of being a long time ago

she said never mind you’re not who I’m looking for

a gold-tipped cane floats to sea

the needle in the handle fully loaded

the way the blanket is folded makes it look like a fish

she said never mind you’re not who I’m looking for

the tunnels beneath Funland flood

a gold-tipped cane surges to sea fully loaded

clouds notify

far-flung amphitheatres

sea-sponges sparkle

actors dip sponges

in limestone basins

sea-sponges float cloud-like

in quiet limestone basins

animals in the sky

nurse their young.

ink brushwork S. McCabe

Not the plan

The plan yesterday did not include making these. However…

Water-soluble graphite crayon & acrylic paint on tracing paper

+ water-soluble oil paint on cardboard

= collage,

each collage 9″ X 12″ – I will fold these, later, maybe after more collage

into an ongoing visual art ‘book’ project.

Distressed cardboard – scored and scraped while the paint is wet. I see a shape to develop.

Expressive Encounter

I worked on the back porch early

drinking black coffee

like in a trance

creating expressive black & white works on paper

I thought of as ‘cave art.’

As the rising sun created light and heat

Denisovans climbed the back stairs

to the porch.

Denisovans stood watching me

in a dark and cool room.

I pointed outside the window

they touched their skin.

Drawing 14 assumes new form

After I broke (shattered!) my ankle I began drawing for long periods in bed.

I used a Sharpie marker on lined paper and numbered the drawings.

Sometimes I titled the drawings and indicated how I might use them, a linocut or a painting.

Drawing 14 broke free of its mooring and reappeared after traveling through several rooms.

I recreated Drawing 14 using digital tools.

1 + 4 = 5. Some people say 5 is a dynamic number of change. An indicator of flux, of positive movement,

& some things never reappear & you realize there might be something else, down in the roots, you need to want more.

And you experience both mystery and loss

while wearing wings and antlers.

Wherever those came from.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Georgia O’Keeffe: A Quote

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“Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant—there is no such thing.

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Making your unknown known is the important thing—

subtle

and keeping the unknown always beyond you…”

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Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter, to Sherwood Anderson.

germanic mood

Photo of Georgia O’Keeffe by Alfred Stieglitz, 1918

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The Sorrow of a Brown Hat by Steven McCabe

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Crumpled fading newsprint

As yesterday’s armies march

Into tomorrow

Sorrow

A future we predicted

fly by

Sorrow

We accepted sleep standing upright

Sleep never understood;

dusk

Sorrow

A chapter of blank pages: my darling, your wrist hanging

Over the bed

extreme sorrow

Your blood a confusion

Your heartbeat the black window

Swallowing my hands

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Fingers forming a circle

simple sunset

Bottom of a fleet casting shadows across the seabed

blur

I toss my hat overboard

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pod

new pearl

from my book Hierarchy of Loss (2007) Ekstasis Editions