My blog this week is a collage of a wall piece I just finished, photographed at various stages of developement. This, along with a "sonem" (song poem) of mine called "seeds in her purse" makes up the slide show. The sonem was the gravitational center of the artwork.Like many of my love songs, it is simultaneously a love song to my wife Andrea, the muse, and the great mother spirit of the earth. The sonem recording is just a sketch, the art is complete. If you don't like raw recordings, I won't be insulted if you turn down the sound. Click on the image below for the youtube link.
purse
she holding seeds in her purse
velvet lined and sumptuous
she sensuous and soft
all possible temperatures
and textures
and directions
volcano and ocean and quiet cave
geode and island and teetering stone.
as her lips part
an inaudible song leads me from spine of mountain
to womb of valley
through rushing waters.
she is that which must be seen.
she is that which must be felt.
in her body i see my own birth and death
and rising from therein.
there is a sense of the fragile
but i fool myself into thinking her tender
and i her protector.
for she is the roaring tumultuous center
that creates all and cannot
die.