fāz/Just One More

Just One More

 

because I was a leaf

riding a stream of moments

to the sea

resistance was futile

time had run out

except for one day

enough for paint to dry

before the flight

one more was possible

just one more

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Just One More. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.

Painting and poem by clinock.

fāz/the Empty Green Line

empty green line

 

(OMG LOOK! he forgot

to remove the painters tape,

should we tell someone?)

 

they wear each other like hats, like masks,

like hair and hair nets,

like birds nests and spilled honey.

 

the empty green line waits

but words can’t be found.

the poet

holds

his

breath.

 

they are a circus unto themselves,

an orgy of coupling, a welding, a carnival,

partners in the great stumbling dance.

 

they wear each other

like music wears silence,

like the night wears the moon.

 

(meanwhile, other clues are given,

attention shifts from vagaries of language

to the eccentricities of the senses).

 

they wear each other like magicians wear clowns,

like gulls wear the wind,

like somehow nothing seems real

without the written

word.

this magic is called The Naming.

it is also known as

The Forgetting.

 

 

The Empty Green Line. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.

Painting and poem by clinock.

fāz/Unexpected Guests

Unexpected Guests

 

unexpected guests

came by moon, gone by morning

changing everything

 

Unexpected Guests. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel and haiku by clinock.

fāz/Wise Women

Wise Women

 

“And we’ll walk the paths that the old ones walk
And we’ll dance the dances they taught us
And we’ll sing the songs that the old ones sang
For the magick now has caught us.”

 

Wise Women. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel. by clinock.

fāz/Send and Receive

Send and Receive

What can I say? I receive, something. A fragment. What I receive I try to express and make tangible with pigment, hand, brush and rag, dance and struggle, and then I send, out, here two dimensional and back lit, and there as objects hung on track lit walls. Viewed either way, by some, passed by most.

This is where the one becomes two, where the road forks, where there are now figures in a relationship, sharing the space that was before inhabited only by one.

All relationships reciprocate energy…I can’t even begin to navigate through the energies sent and received in this painting…

Sometimes it makes me laugh.
Sometimes I find it melodramatic, sometimes tragic.

It could be an opera!

Send and Receive. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.   Painting and text by clinock.

fāz/Spirit Voices

Spirit Voices

I listened to Paul Simon’s album over and over

as I painted this in the heat of Mexico,

and my brushes danced,

and I danced.

 

Are these images my spirit guides?

Is this how spirit guides are sent?

Is it possible that ‘grace’ can still be?

 

 

Spirit Voices. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel. By clinock.

 

Spirit Voices

 

 

fāz/Reliquary Head

Reliquary Head

 

In Italian cathedrals I saw glass boxes (Reliquaries) containing the (reputed) heads and limbs of saints. I wondered how it must feel to be the afterlife spirit of that person trapped inside an aquarium of death with his or her body part(s) for ever on display and with people staring all and every day, however much they prayed, a claustrophobic hell, a spiritual zoo.

How could everlasting peace ever be found?

What a horrific ending for a lifetime of faith and service.

I hope that these sad relics are nothing more than wax effigies. However, on the off chance that they are real this painting is to light a candle and say a prayer for all fragmented souls.

Reliquary Head. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel. By clinock.

*(see fāz/ Ada and Anna for back story)*