tissue prints, stencil prints, acrylic paint and inks on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
Windows overgrown with branches rising up from deepest roots.
Is there an opening for the nightengale to sing his love songs?
A shade is pulled down, yet he continues
Even in the dark of the moon, joining the chorus of crickets and night creepings.
There’s a shimmer of movement in the house, and the shutters are thrown wide.
There’s something so heart rending about a nightengale who sings the night long to attract his love. Here we call them mockingbirds because they have such a spectacular range of bird calls, covering most of the bird kingdom with their repertoire.
The romance of the nightly song dies, of course, when one is trying to sleep through it. This has only happened to me once for a period of over a week.
What brought forth this loose train of thought was not a recent experience, but a blob of ink on the paper which looked bird-like, which they often do! And then there was the black brambles and the square grid-like, window-like shapes. The mind quite easily shapes itself to what is seen on the paper, especially in the company of fellow explorers, like the students in my Muse group. We shared many such mind expansions on Monday as we let black inks and acrylic paints have their way on our paper.
October 22 I’ll be teaching a similar day long workshop in Ukiah for the Mendocino Arts Association. There may still be a couple spaces left in that one. Visit their website for more information.