Nose Grower, ©2013. Why, O Prime Mover of Noses, why Do our noses grow longer, our lives shorter, Why during the night should these fleshly lumps, Like vampires or suction-pumps, Drain us dry? from The Nose, Andrei Voznesensky, Antiworlds translated by W.H. Auden http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/1966/apr/14/five-poems-by-andrei-voznesensky/?pagination=false
Month: September 2013
A Week of Faces
Disconsolate Chimera, 2010-13. Oil, wax on canvas.
Wire in the Blood
Wire in the Blood (from the Almanac of Forgotten Years), ©2008-2013. Ink on paper.
Other Echoes Inhabit the Garden
Photo from the “In-between Spaces”
How you are like the rain
How You Are Like the Rain, ©2013. Ink on paper.
Soldiers
Soldiers, ©2013. Gouache. THE THREE CYPRESS TREES Transparent and frail, like the slumber of woodcutters, serene, foreshadowing things to come, the morning drizzle does not conceal these three cypresses on the slope. Their details belie their sameness, their radiance confirms it. I said: I wouldn’t dare to keep looking at them, there is a beauty… Continue reading Soldiers
Dance Along the Artery
©2011-13. Oil on panel
Spores
Spores © 2013. Ink and varnish on board. Mushrooms Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, Even the paving. Our hammers, our… Continue reading Spores
Star Column
Star Column, ©2013. Ink, acrylic, conte, on paper.
Whirl Up
Whirl Up, ©2011-2013., Oil, wax on panel.