Demented Confessions 5 – The Key

The Key

The Key is offered.

The Angel of Paradox

reveals the riddle.

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All I can confess

is I cannot find the lock

and so remain blind.

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The Key is offered,

but I’m too used to being

the beyond belief.

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Art and Haiku by clinock.

The Key. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Lilac Moon

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Full moon tonight.

Her name is Lilac Moon,

Womb of Spring,

Hidden by Clouds.

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The lilacs are out in Vancouver.

Spring always smells like you,

but it never lasts.

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The magnolias bloomed

and were gone

in three days

this year.

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The flowers of May

come and go.

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The lilacs may last

a little longer.

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Because it brings me back you…

art and poem by clinock

Painting: 20″ x 16″ (50.8 x 40.64 cm). Acrylic on paper.

 

Demented Confessions 4 – The White Stool

White Stool

Spirit bird child,

learning to fly,

will you dance a dance with me

across the sky?

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The White Stool by Clinock. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 3 – The Red Stool

The Red Stool

Lonely child you were,

is it too late to be your friend?

Selfish child you were,

always wanting what you could not have,

red ball, red stool.

I give them to you today.

 

Pretty child you were,

transformed into an old man now.

Is it too late to fold you into me

and love you for who we are

and who we were

and who we will be?

 

I confess I abandoned you,

I was out of my mind and

you were lost in the mazes of my heart.

I confess I believed

I could walk the years

without you.

 

Art and poem by clinock.

The Red Stool. 10″ x 8″ (25.4 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

May the Fourth Be With You

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Looking,

but not seeing

this leaping spring,

you are observed

in your surreal museum

by the world.

 

Incongruous anachronism,

guardian, warrior,

frozen in time,

stiffly stuffed

with unquestioning allegiance

to sunken empires.

 

Your Freudian

hat and gun stand to,

but not with,

attention,

while across the street

cherry blossoms bloom

and all the human tribes

sing for peace.

 

Hero on guard

for the forgotten,

May The Fourth Be With You.

 

 

Poem and photo by clinock. (I’m sorry, every year I can’t resist).

With thanks to unknown Vancouver street artist and taggers

Demented Confessions 2 – The Dive

The Dive

leaving the eye nest

waiting to dive into green man

this is who we were

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Art and haiku by clinock.

The Dive. 8″ (20.32 cm) x 6″ (15.24 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 1 – Invocation

Invocation

Demented – from Old French dementer or late Latin dementare, from demens ‘out of one’s mind’.

Confessions – via Old French from Latin confessio (n-) from confiteri ‘acknowledge’

Invocation

My Renovation Quest was to become out of my mind. Somewhat in the same way one is out of milk or coffee but more to the point outside of the rational and the drunken monkey, like the Dadaist Buddhists were if they ever were.

I do not welcome madness. I did once or twice but there was no pleasure in it.

Dali said: “The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad”.

So I confess and acknowledge what is found. Each work is a confession and a confirmation. I honour each work as an actual act of art made with these hands, eyes, heart and brain.

 It was another hard winter, here in the soft northwest Pacific sense of ‘hard’. Almost endless rain and if not rain then air so loaded with icy moisture one could squeeze it like a sponge and almost get snowflakes. A chilling, foggy dank, cabin fever, mossy, dripping, out of one’s mind Gothic kind of winter as I began these wall boxes. They are a necessary transition from my free standing ‘Renovation Art’ sculptures to that which comes next.

They made me laugh and wonder and ask what, and why.

In the dark hibernation of my winter past, in the name of Renovation, I made my confessions every day and night to all who still lived and listened. Did you hear my sins? Did you enjoy them? Did you hear my invocation? Must there be sacrifice?

Self-indulgent revelations in the fur and fire of the cave.

Invocation. Mixed media relief wall box by clinock. H.8″ (20.32 cm) x W.8″ (20.32 cm) x D.2″ (5.08 cm).