studio serendipity – secret message

folded message

 

A working studio becomes layered with deep and wondrous drifts of raw material that become shifted and shuffled as space is made for creating the piece of the moment.

Meanwhile potential masterpieces breed in the rubble, invisible and silent.

It’s only when I look through a camera’s frame that what was unseen before reveals itself. These random juxtapositions and chance encounters of textures, shapes and colours form an ever changing and fertile landscape of ideas and possibilities.

The power of framing, of choosing this rather than that, of building a fence around wild horses, of playing hide and seek with the world, of focusing perception within a rectangle, of now you see it now you don’t…

Inspiration does exist but it must find you working.” Pablo Picasso

 

photo by Clinock

edited redux 2014

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We Rise

Dove

There are periods of moments

strung together like seagulls

along the white wake of time

that seem to glow with more light,

more intense shadows sliding,

more music in their foam.

 

There have been days like this

leading to the now of writing

on this poignant day of remembrance:

I shivered, sweating and sleepless

through nights of fevered demons

the medicines invoked in the blood.

 

And at the same time needing

to solve incomprehensible clues

leading to solutions of puzzles

I didn’t ask for or want.

And always the rumors of war

we didn’t ask for or want.

 

There were the anniversary rituals too.

One year after the crowning of the mad king,

and the previous day, because he knew to leave

before the Ace of Spades became the trump,

Mister Cohen waved farewell.

I bled tears that day for a man I loved.

 

And today, the eleventh day of the eleventh month,

we enact our agreed rituals of mourning:

Silence, remembering, honouring the dead

of the wars that never end.

People, we can do better than this,

isn’t it time we gave all our children  peace?

 

“From bitter searching of the heart,

we rise to play a greater part.”

 

 

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Mixed media art, photo and poem by Clinock

post Halloween ghost

lonely-ghost

lost among candies,

nobody notices me,

forgotten spirit.

 

mixed media art and haiku by clinock /

/ edited redux 2013

El Dia de los Muertos

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What is death? It is the glass of life broken into a
thousand pieces, where the soul disperses like
perfume from a flask, into the silence of the eternal
night.

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When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home. / Tecumseh

 

family shrine

And this for you, my dear, dead family.

Sweet and bitter memories of you

in a shoe box. Rough art, but true,

with love and honour in my heart.

 

Demented Confessions 15 – the Future

the future

 

the reaching is absolute

embedded in my skull

that button that screen

 

i don’t see the sun much

i decorate my whiteness

with dark and ancient dreams

 

i’m expected to confess

seven times a day

eight on nature nostalgia day

 

my favorites are the tree egg

and the animatronic moose

but i’m not allowed to touch

 

Poem and art by clinock.

the Future. 6″ x 8″ (15 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 14 – Enigma

Version 2

Veiled whispers are reversed.

 Putti are lobotomized.

 The Tree of Life dries and withers.

 Language crumbles

and

disintegrates.

 

Beware of straight black lines she says

and

listen carefully

to the poetry

of clouds.

 

The sky is smudged charcoal.

Birds fly upside down through falling ash.

Time cracks open

torturing music,

fragmenting silence.

 

A mad man wears The Crown.

Oh don’t you hear

the old gods

laughing?

 

 

Poem and art by clinock.

Enigma. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Offering to a darkened sun

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mixed media sculpture by clinock.

H. 9″ x W. 5″ x L. 15″ (H. 23cm x W. 13cm x L. 38cm)

 

 

“People in Vancouver are in one of the best spots in Canada to see the solar eclipse happening Monday morning. The moon will cover about 86 per cent of the sun at the peak of the solar eclipse, happening at 10:21, according to Derek Kief, an astronomer with the MacMillan Space Centre.”