Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Magnolias (watercolor 8x11)


For me, spring always starts when the magnolias bloom....

Butterfly Man


He first noticed the butterflies by the tunnels leading into town. Every time he stopped to rest, so did they; on his hair, his arms, an extended knee. Eventually, he learned that his new travelling companions were sticking around and he would swipe pieces if fruit for them to eat. He had no idea what to call them, but he did feel that thier arrival in his life did portend something immensely important.



















Bird's Nest (Graphite)





















Still Life (Charcoal)





















Dog Rose (graphite)




















Chinese Horsetail (graphite)





















Bird Bone (graphite)

The first post should start with Neruda



Lost In The Forest

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.


Pablo Neruda