Fascinated with the columns of ice that rise from the dirt of these woods. Amazed at the beauty of the Japanese term for them, shimo bashira.
霜柱 shimo bashira (Ice Needles)
each triad a protosoul
and in concert
with sibling souls
enshrouded in soils warm as the blood of earth
adhered to one another
in clear cold air
entwined as brittle rope
carrying specks like kayayo girls packing wellwater
over dryly frozen mud cracks
far below the woods floor
of my own earth.
-December 8, 2014
Second day of Indian Summer.
Blacksmith...those "things" are rusty barrel hoops.
Bixley House under oaks
Grain barrel in Freeman barn, sleeping swine.
Well, I need to up the output here....twenty days to go and I'm not halfway there. Unlike poems, I can crank out lots of drawings in a day but, like poems, I can only do one really nice one in the course of a day. Just about every drawing is a single sitting's worth, sometimes one more visit to tidy things up.
Ended up in another ER Friday night. By Saturday morning I was again a prisoner of the health care system, which is less about care than about systems. I had my nook tablet, though, and went to pixelovely.com, which offers timed image sequences for a fast fix. Ball point pen on Health Proxy paper.
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Waiting around...what a place full of unfinished drawings!
....this last one (below) was supposed to be the dog waiting outside a liquor store, but the owner came out. He stood around with his pint for a bit, watching me, then moved on uneasily. Without the dog or the man it's a pretty dull sketch.
I bought a pair of fingerless Alpaca gloves here a few years back. They're truly fingerless now after hard use and I was looking to replace them, but since Kate Lathrop didn't have any in her stock, I bought a couple pounds of fleece instead. That was really not in the plan. Drawing was in the plan, though, and Kate brought me all about the barns and animal enclosures.
It started to rain on my watercolor pencil drawing (above) so I finished it quickly with a brush...and felt a presence to my left.....(below)
Kate attempting to remove an Poplar leaf from this Alpaca's eye. It looked like a jaunty pirate's eye patch. On the right, the Alpaca whose fleece is now on my kitchen table.
Great Rock Alpacas, Kate and Jack Winthrop, 280 Hardwick Road, Barre, MA Great Rock Alpacas.com