Blue Sky with Cirrocumulus Clouds
Month: July 2010
Wanderers: An Alphabet Book
The book is done. I’ll try to scan the last few pages tonight or tomorrow. I can’t believe how fast this project went! Just eight days, in fact, from start to finish. Now I have to figure out what I want to do next.
Wanderers: An Alphabet Book
4 1/2 x 3 inches
14 signatures (28 pages)
90lb Stonehenge paper Coptic bound with waxed linen thread
Tiny Harvest
I picked four ripe little romas this morning. I haven’t had a chance to taste them yet, but I think supper is going to include a tomato sandwich.
In other news, I finished the page for “X” and am half finished with “Y.” I need to start thinking about what I’m going to do with the front and back covers, because they’re bare Davey board at this point. That clearly won’t do.
Bad Cuz
Harriet dragged Bad Cuz out of the toy box and gave him a stern talking to. And then she shook him dead.
And on a less entertaining note, someone is finally moving in upstairs. We are not amused. Least of all because I’ve been up since 4am and it’s now 8:30pm. I’m not looking forward to being kept up all night by stompy boys dropping boxes on my head and thundering up and down the stairs like a herd of rhinos.
Orinoco Daisy
Orinoco Daisy
My supervisor’s retirement party was yesterday, and she was given several bouquets of flowers. This one was kind of unusual.
Resurrection Lilies
The grounds crew mowed today, so the lilies are a little beaten up. At least they didn’t cut them down, this time, so I guess it could be worse. I also have a few red tomatoes, which is exciting!
S-T-U-V
Strange phantoms taught
of that remorseless date
A tale that a mother
might sing to her babe
To anchor at last
in the Harbor of Dreams
A land of love
where memory sleeps.
Ulysses-like
from the misty deep,
While over the wake
the shadows sleep
Vision or dream, prophetic still
Of all the land wherein we dwell
Older hears are waiting
still
P-Q-R
Pin-cushioned dolls
white with snow
Where are the wanderers
years ago?
Questions never fully answered
Cold comfort
for the weary head
Returning across the horizon blue
Is this the ship our fathers knew?
Paper Boat Under Full Moon
Paper Boat Under Full Moon
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
collage, acrylic wash, gesso, and beads on 140lb Cartiera Magnani hot press watercolor paper
My supervisor is retiring at the end of the week. Her bon voyage party is tomorrow, and we’re presenting her with a scrapbook. This is going to be my contribution. It’s an older piece, but I think she’ll like it.
M-N-O
Moonlight floods
like liquid leaven
The stars in their courses
nearer heaven
No annal like this
through all history’s range
The warp and the woof
of the chronicle strange
O, how the Pleiades would stare
In one heart shall their melody share
For I played in my childhood there
red paper boat 