What else is going on?

§ July 29th, 2015 § Filed under Art in the world, postcard poetry fest, the creative process, VanGogh, work (dayjob) § Tagged , , , , § 1 Comment

First two days of a work “lunch challenge” encouraging people to bring lunch from home.

Today is the anniversary of Vincent van Gogh‘s death, by suicide at age 37.

Despite a widespread tendency to romanticize his ill health, modern critics see an artist deeply frustrated by the inactivity and incoherence wrought through illness. His late paintings show an artist at the height of his abilities, completely in control, and according to art critic Robert Hughes, “longing for concision and grace”.

This was what one of the Clark lectures indicated too – that the paintings were done in between bouts of illness and that van Gogh strove to do his best work and knew that he couldn’t do that while his illness was in control.

Finally, day 5’s postcard bearing poetry to far away places went out today. Starting in July helps postcards start arriving close to the beginning of August. I’m sort of missing using my own photos for the cards. May have to rethink that, now that a few other fires have been put out.

Closer to Home

§ July 28th, 2015 § Filed under In the neighborhood, the creative process § Tagged , § 1 Comment

Wandering around the Lane

§ July 28th, 2015 § Filed under In the neighborhood, life around us, the creative process § Tagged , § 1 Comment

Tone & Colour

§ July 27th, 2015 § Filed under Do the Work, From the Quote Box, the creative process, VanGogh § Tagged , , § Add a comment

gentle readers you have quite a stretch of on-going Van Gogh letters ahead of you. 

Theo, what a great thing tone and colour are! And anyone who doesn’t acquire a feeling for it, how far removed from life he will remain! 

And finally, some late Sunday haiku

§ July 26th, 2015 § Filed under haiku, life around us, overhead, postcard poetry fest § Tagged , , § Add a comment

And yes, I did defrost the freezer today. Always seems like a good thing to do on a really hot day. I wrote more, but some went to the first three postcards starting out tomorrow for August’s Postcard Poetry Festival.

yellow swallowtail
flew overhead, pursuing
the scent of flowers?

yellow butterfly
a glint against the blue sky
all this in a glimpse.

hot day in July
defrost refrigerator
ice in the garden

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