Friendship
Nina and I started this blog in 2014 as a way to share our art with each other. We unexpectedly acquired followers and connected, first, with a group of fellow artists–many like us, trying to encourage each other to return to a regular creative practice. The blog changed over the years to include more than just visual art, and many of our fellow bloggers became not just followers but friends.
Twelve years is a cycle, and after careful deliberation, we have decided that this one has reached its ending. We want to thank all the many people who have read, commented on, and supported our work through the years.
I will still be visiting blogs, though perhaps not quite as frequently, and I will still be consulting the Oracle at kblog. I’m not sure what else I’ll be doing there—it’s a different place than memadtwo. You can also find my art every two weeks, along with lots of other wonderful stuff, at The Kick-About.
every friend
remains a presence
inside each
creation–
inhabiting countless threads
woven into years
“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.”
–Jim Morrison
(this quote is the first thing I posted)
Fighting for good cheer.
Returning to warmth, friends, home.
Setting voices free.
Making sense without despair:
choosing with hope. And singing.
“Now ain’t it good to know that you’ve got a friend
When people can be so cold?
They’ll hurt you, yes and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh, but don’t you let them“
They are trying their hardest, but don’t let them. Keep connecting with and supporting what is good and being a friend.
New York Public Library (Thursday Doors)
I don’t need to book–
appointments are not required
to enter these rooms,
the magic of books, objects,
mystery, wonder—all free
I’ve done a couple posts with doors from the main branch of the New York Public Library, but it’s a huge building, so there are always more doors to show. Recently I went to see a couple exhibits that were closing in August. Both were near the main entrance on Fifth Avenue. I had entered by the side door, so I photographed the entrance doors from the inside.
I spent a long time looking at “Duos: The Art of Working in Pairs”, which consisted of art done collaboratively. Some of the names I recognized. I know Nancy Spero’s art well, and it did not surprise me she had worked with her husband Leon Golub. This is a print from the series “Conspiracy: Artist as Witness”. Golub is on the left, Spero on the right.
I really liked this mix and match exquisite corpse book, “99 Monsters: Birds from Argentina” by Martin Lowenstein and Diego Vaisberg who have a design firm in Argentina. I also like the way my hands holding the phone were shadowed by the overhead lights.
Bernd and Hilla Becher are married German photographers who work together. These photos are from their book “Industrial Structures”. The library has several of their photography books available to take out–they are definitely on my list.
Thukra & Taga are Indian printmakers; this piece is from their series of lithographs that depict imaginary passports.
And here’s the door to the exhibit.
My poem is for Tanka Tuesday, where Yvette asked us to write tankas that use words with two meanings. I chose the word book.
I photographed the carousel in Bryant Park, in back of the library, on my way home.
And don’t forget to look for more doors at Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion.
Gifts from Nina
absent friend
remains a presence
inside each
creation–
inhabiting countless threads
woven into years
Nina says she has not been doing artwork lately, but she sent me the wonderful painting at the top of the post for Christmas. We’ve been exchanging art for all the years of our friendship; above is the very first piece of art she gave me, in 1977, when we worked together as textile designers at Fairtex Mills. Which means we’ve been friends for almost 50 years.
And here’s a card I received from her this week. Our friendship is what started this blog, and even when she’s not posting, her spirit is a guiding force. Thanks Nina!
Shadorma is the featured form on Robbie’s Spin the Bottle this week.
Geometry and Color
More ways of filtering the world around us, inspired by the work of Carlos Curz-Diez.
The Third Story (Thursday Doors)
1
Majestic, they said, but
enter at your own risk–
dogs live there–horses, too–and
insects we can’t identify.
2
The thing is, the future requires
adjustment. Your Utopian maps
tell me nothing. They only
impede the stitching together of time.
3
Orange looks different at
night, but I turn on the lights so the
door is visible. You can’t miss
it. It sits in the clouds, gaudy, towering.
4
Space is always disordered–
check all the boxes and it verifies nothing.
Interactions are not a test—what is
permissible is learned, but not necessary.
5
Like home, the gift of colour
inside our far-flung journeys replaces
needless worry with surprise–
erratic prose turns poetic, jumps into the air.
Coincidentally, this is my third poem for the May Writing Challenge at Thursday Doors. When the Random Word Generator chose door as its first word this week, I knew I would once again be referring to its list for what I wrote. Another word that jumped out at me was orange, so I knew which photo I would choose to write about as well.
The W3 challenge this week from Punam is to write an acrostic poem from a list of words she provided. I strung two of them together, meditation and discipline. Then I chose a lot of the beginning words from the random word list and wrote around what resulted, including other words from the list whenever they seemed to fit. It is an interesting method of constructing a poem.
Above is one of my orange-embellished door collages from the 1980s. And for more doors from the present, you can always visit Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion.
The Green Door (Thursday Doors)
It’s not black and white. But is it whimsical, or serious? Is that a lock? Is there a key? Magic words? Please? Somehow that doesn’t seem like enough
I want to form those intersecting lines into a map. Surely it was drawn deliberately, that triangular pattern. The power of threes. Animal vegetable mineral? Past present future? Mind body spirit?
What do the strange messages graffitied on the surface of the glass mean? Can anyone enlighten me? The numbers lack clarity–nebulous, impossible to calculate.
And what is that hum that seems to be taking over my mind?
lost continents lost
languages—are they portals?
Where is my third eye?
Thursday Doors holds a writing challenge in May. Doors from the last year’s posts are submitted, and we are invited to write a story, poem, or hybrid of some sort based on one of the photos. For my first one, I’ve chosen Manja’s mysterious green door, above.
I also used some of the Oracle 2 words from this week’s Random Word Generator list.
And here’s a bonus collage appropriately called “The Power of Three”. Perhaps that’s what is on the other side of the Green Door.
Dan Antion is the host of Thursday Doors.
Eight Years of Blogging
what be
gan in friendship,
reciprocity, two
narrowing the spaces between
you/me
became
mutual art
in methodic madness–
shared creations expanding from
centers,
edges,
ideas—hands
working in parallel–
threaded layered multiplied back
and forth—
always
more to explore–
relationships growing,
branching like trees and scattering
new seeds—
hoping
to inspire each
other, to our surprise
we found ourselves weaving a web–
us/you
“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.”
–Jim Morrison
(this quote is the first thing I posted)
Nina and I began our blog on May 6, 2014, as a way to show each other the art we were doing. We had both let our creativity languish and were hoping to inspire each other to produce more. We made the above two combined logos–the top one merging art from each of us in the center, and our avatar which contained a drawing each of us had done of the other from the 1970s, when we met, working as designers in a textile company.
the news is full of sorrow
It’s difficult–no
not should have been–two years
over–zero help
On May 7, I received my firsts “likes” for the above post. I didn’t have a clue…where did that come from? When Nina told me we had acquired followers I was mystified. Two of those first likes came from blogs I still interact with–Robert Okaji, and Outside Authority.
In the beginning I mostly posted drawings and old art, with the occasional 17 syllable poem. I got my first comment from someone other than Nina on May 30, for my first Beach I Ching post. I started writing more poetry in 2016. For the first few years Nina and I posted almost every day, and we did a number of collaborations.
Above is one of our collaborations with the Oracle.
Life has tossed us around a bit in the past few years. I’m posting less and doing some of my art/poetry at Kblog now, but you can still find me here for my monthly circle/grid, Draw a Bird Day, and Thursday Doors, with The Kick-About, and a few other things thrown in from time to time. Nina and I hope to get back to collaborations too.
The cinc-cinquain which started this post is a response to Laura’s prompt at dVerse, and David’s new W3 prompt/poem in which he asked us to respond to his poem and use the word hope.
I would not be doing the art or writing I’m doing today without this community. I’ve learned and been given so much–thank you, thank you, thank you! for your continued support .
The Anthropocene Hymnal
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I’m pleased to be part of Ingrid Wilson’s project, The Anthropocene Hymnal: Songs of a self-defining era, “A poetic response to the joint crises of climate change and biodiversity loss. Featuring the work of internationally-renowned and bestselling poets including Gabriela Marie Milton, Ivor Steven and Sherry Marr. Voices from five continents join in song to protest the damage we are doing to our only home, planet earth: these ‘songs of a self-defining era’ are the poems which comprise The Anthropocene Hymnal”.
Some of my poems are included, and that’s my collage on the cover.
Available on Amazon in both print and kindle versions, and read Ingrid’s post for information on obtaining a PDF copy. All profits will be donated to the WWF.
Contradiction (revised)
We play at fairness: love and war,
we draw a rainbow in the sky,
this is our answer, nothing more–
we turn away when people die
We draw a rainbow in the sky
and color in the shapes of hearts
then turn away when people die–
we sing the sun but hold the dark
We color in the shapes of hearts
as outstretched hands form iron fists–
we sing the sun but hold the dark
in knots that we cannot untwist
Our outstretched hands form iron fists
containing all that we deny–
these knots that we cannot untwist
hold replicas that do not lie
Our words repeat what we deny–
this is our answer, nothing more–
where are the ones that do not lie?
we play at fairness: love and war
The very first pantoum I wrote was for one of Jane Dougherty’s challenges in March 2016. It was inspired by my co-blogger Nina’s drawing, above. Since dVerse is featuring the pantoum form for the month of March, I thought I would begin with a revision of that first one. You can see the original here.
I also did a collage to illustrate it.
In 2016 I did another pantoum for one of Jane’s challenges. That one could use revision as well, and I hope to give it a try.
Last year I was stuck in circles, and posted 9 pantoums. I’ll link to some of them as the month goes on. So I’m looking forward to a March full of new attempts–thanks Gina!
The Other Side
The sky beneath the stars–
earthbound orbit
shadowed by the night,
divided by itself.
Earthbound orbit
always pulled away,
divided by itself,
vast and gravitating.
Always pulled away–
completely boundless ancient
vast and gravitating
dark, dissolving.
Completely boundless ancient
held by threads that sail–
dark, dissolving
tides of wing and air.
Held by threads that sail,
shadowed by the night,
tides of wing and air–
the sky beneath the stars.
This collage was done originally for a Sue Vincent Photo Prompt. I’ve posted the art again, with a new poem, in celebration of the publication of Marianne Szlyk’s book, “On the Other Side of the Window”, which uses it for the cover illustration.
I was delighted when Marianne asked if she could use one of my crow pieces for her book of poems. I know her from her wonderful blog of words, art, and music, “The song is…”, and was pleased also to be able to meet her at the New York Poetry Festival on Governor’s Island a few weeks ago.
Also linked to dVerse open link night , hosted by Lillian. And yes, yet another pantoum.
method two madness 
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