looping back to 6.100: shopping for the impossible

is this the droid you're looking for?

detail, the fallen & the forgotten

I may not be there just yet with this one.

7.100: good times, good times

Summer vacation,
my first day. I slept in. Late.
Spent the rest watching

girl cousins play Wii,
share inside jokes, jump around,
collapse with laughter.

6.100

Stay tuned...
(Have an idea, can't quite execute it, so I'll keep playing with it and see where I land.)

5.100: how not to get lost

I tried to explain
what lost might look like
to him, how he couldn't
just turn around,
walk home.

"The trees look different,"
I told him, "backwards."

"So I'll walk backwards."
The duh was implied.

4.100: plasticity

plasticity
watercolor on paper, 9x12"

Today's theme is change. Well. Okay, not change. Same. As in process, or action, or ritual.
If you know me, you know that human anatomy fascinates me. The brain in particular, ironically, takes up a hefty amount of this fascination. Neural connections, synapses, data organization, muscle memory, plasticity. The grooves left behind by repeated thought patterns. The new grooves etched into place each time I handle a new task, take a different route to work, solve a problem. I have no idea if I have captured any of that in this painting, but it gave me a couple hours to sit and ponder.

I think the only way you can change the world is to change yourself, one thought at a time.

3.100: anchored between the known and the unknown

anchored between the known and the unknown

larger view here

I wonder how often, in this project in particular, I'll experience this sort of unexpected synchroncity. I realize that sounds silly. Synchronicity by definition should be unexpected, and if you show me any two happenings, chances are good I'll be able to draw more similarities between the two than not. Still, the 3rd video installment of this summer, entitled sky | road | sky, seems comfortable and familiar either through movement or linearity or whathaveyou. Shrug.

I found this scene on Saturday while I was out & about. I did not have my camera with me and told myself the next time I swung by I'd check and see if the flags were still a-flyin'. Lots of thoughts flapped in the wind along with the snapping of all these plastic points. New Orleans and the people there, art and all that entails, the desire for so much that I am beginning to doubt I'll be able to pull it all together in time. But I'll keep pushing for it, for all of it.

2.100: borrowed fictions

borrowed fictions **
ephemera, acrylic & ink, 6x7"
the poem pictured:

pursedlips
betweenus
tangleof
pink
tapped

(go here for larger glimpse)

other words in this piece:

jagged bits framing locked
stare listen flakes ten
brass judge [blank] velvet
constellation upwardthru keys face
thigh peak bobbypin marvel

if you'd like to see your pane poem revealed, send it to me and i'll arrange and photograph it and either send it to you or post if for everyone to see.

A few of the word-based entries from day 1 really struck me, and I found those words swimming through my thoughts yesterday. I knew I was headed in the right direction after watching John's entry for day 2.

Last fall, I fell in love with Austin Kleon's "Newspaper Blackout" poetry. And I like the idea of interactive poetry or something like post-publication collaboration. Expect to see more in this vein as the summer steams ever onward...and likely beyond.

** The words selected to appear as panes in this piece were culled from Steve's fiction "On Precision," Stormy E's poem "The Unthinkable," Kendra Bartell's poem "a tangle," Cathryn Esten's poem "Icy Hand," Neha Bawa's "when?," and words that came to mind while I viewed John's video "face." The feed for Kendra's piece displays her poem as one run-on moment and splices together several words without spaces in between them. I loved reading it that way and was surprised to see "proper" spacing & line breaks at her site. I included the spliced words in my Bingo version.

Post Script
It didn't strike me until just now, but I likely channeled the inspiration for this piece in part from a poet who served as my mentor for 2 undergrad courses. He has spun a new journal called Spiral Orb.