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"A Formula For The Future" - oil on canvas, 30 x 10 x .75 inches.
This is unframed but ready to hang. (click on the image to purchase)
This is unframed but ready to hang. (click on the image to purchase)
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We pop into life the way
particles pop in and out
of the continuum.
We are a seething mass
of probability.
And probably I love you.
The evil of larvae
and the evil of stars
are a formula for the future.
Some bodies can
thrust their arms into
a flame and be instantly
cured of this world,
while others sicken.
particles pop in and out
of the continuum.
We are a seething mass
of probability.
And probably I love you.
The evil of larvae
and the evil of stars
are a formula for the future.
Some bodies can
thrust their arms into
a flame and be instantly
cured of this world,
while others sicken.
Why think, little brother
like the moon, spit out like
a broken tooth.
“Oh,” groans the world.
The outer planets,
the fizzing sun, here we come
with our luggage.
Look at the clever things
we have made out of
a few building blocks --
O fabulous continuum.
- STRINGS by RUTH STONE
like the moon, spit out like
a broken tooth.
“Oh,” groans the world.
The outer planets,
the fizzing sun, here we come
with our luggage.
Look at the clever things
we have made out of
a few building blocks --
O fabulous continuum.
- STRINGS by RUTH STONE
We are a seething mass of probability. And probably I love you.
Stone's words just grab me by the shoulders and beg me to STOP! LOOK! FEEL! The very thing which I find so challenging to do when the world around is groaning. But I am doing it, moment by moment.
"Feeling is to be avoided!" my inner defenses shout. Feeling will heal you and help others is the whisper from the wiser parts of me. And so I am sitting in a heavy-bottomed way, a Weeble (remember those?), wobbling in the feelings but I won't fall down.
Stone's words just grab me by the shoulders and beg me to STOP! LOOK! FEEL! The very thing which I find so challenging to do when the world around is groaning. But I am doing it, moment by moment.
"Feeling is to be avoided!" my inner defenses shout. Feeling will heal you and help others is the whisper from the wiser parts of me. And so I am sitting in a heavy-bottomed way, a Weeble (remember those?), wobbling in the feelings but I won't fall down.
About the art: this canvas has been murdered many times. Layers and layers of overly precious brush strokes, dabs and do-das. Each time I dragged the squeegee across it and said NO NO NO, that just won't do. And finally, letting the feelings direct the painting, I allowed the darkness to hover, the drama and big strokes to take over, and the tiny bit of light to emerge.
And (drum roll please) - the winners of the November Reader Giveaway! Congratulations to Nance F. and Emma F. - Wonder Mike chose your names at random from the pool of this month's commenters. Send your mailing address to thewanderingsoflola!gmail.com and your original artworks will be in the mail to you! Big thanks to everyone who participated. A new contest begins next month!
The feelings!
The drama and big strokes.
Oh, oh, oh, and also … again … the affinity with your self-portrait, Lola!!!
And you're so spot on about walking through it - and then there is the amazement of looking back and saying "I did that!" and knowing that we CAN. oh my. xoxoxo