Priestess, (Entering the Stillness). 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.
Painting and Haiku by Clinock
Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency. Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico.
October 2019.
Accept mysteries
Open the stillness inside
Be one with your dreams
She is the dance of all the world’s oceans
She is the depth of mystery and the vibrating soul
She is the peeling back of all that is hidden
Full Moon Over Chapala
Luna Ilena Sobre Chapala by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.
Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency. Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.
I fill the night with prophecies.
Do you hear her in my cry,
the oracle?
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My nest is filled with tiny bones and skulls
and I will read your secret name in them
if you ask me for a song
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and bring me sacrifice.
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Art and Poem by Clinock.
Owl Song. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.
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.
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.
Even as the center holds,
various preconceptions
of mirrored identity,
(sensible face,
pedestrian limbs,
imagined organs),
fragment and
peel away,
shedding more than was known.
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Enchanted by fragmentation
I’m reluctant to leave
this sweet and bitter place
where honeyed magics
wing through space,
pollinating thought
and flesh, and dreams.
Waiting becomes me.
I paint the walls with lightning.
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Fragmented by enchantment,
a cellular accommodation
reforms my reformation
in a dance of Buddha love,
an attitude of slow turning
across the wavering tiles,
where I shape and shape again
the slow dissolve
of the waiting room I was.
photo collage and poem by clinock
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