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.
By: Gail Richardson
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 just recall the sound.
I don’t know what I would do with
Grandma’s recorded voice –
Except that it wouldn’t be
Not “smooth” or “silky” –
But not a cackle.
A zillion sand-sized bubbles
Popping in succession
The flicking and clicking of cards shuffled
And pushed through a voice,
Or a laugh,
Or a sharp stinging comment.
Air and water
Through a faucet
Words of hers,
(I can’t say which ones),
Jagging briskly over
Fine cracks in my imagination.
Off the margins,
Beautiful, so delicate. And the painting fits with the words so well.
I think you’ve hit on something special.
Thank you so much! I just got done looking at your work and feel the exact way about your line quality – so delicate.
Micah, this is ethereally beautiful. I like your pin hole work very much!
What a compliment! Thank you, Karen.
I am so glad you visited my blog! And thank you for the comment – I do love line!