
18 x 24″ Watercolor and pinholes on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
The other night after my grandma passed away, my sister sent me the following piece of writing and asked if I could do something with it. I absolutely loved what she wrote and was easily inspired. Because her poetry invoked very concrete images, my interpretation is rather literal. I did, however, decide I wanted to abstract that imagery. I may add some more of the brighter blues down the road, but not just yet. I love this piece – probably for more than one reason.
Mostly, I remember her voice.
I don’t remember what she said.
I could guess, or try to conjure up what someone else might say they remember.
I don’t know what I would do with
Grandma’s recorded voice –
Except that it wouldn’t be
Gone.
Not “smooth” or “silky” –
A zillion sand-sized bubbles
Popping in succession
The flicking and clicking of cards shuffled
And pushed through a voice,
Or a sharp stinging comment.
Only coarser
And more
Abrupt.
(I can’t say which ones),
Fine cracks in my imagination.
Slipping
Off the margins,
And I try to reel them back
Onto pages I can keep.


