View From the Bottom

View From the Bottom

The islands are out in the distance, outside the mouth of the bay, viewed here from the bottom.. I escaped there for a little while this morning.

Islands off Solitude

9”x 6” ink and watercolor

Joy

Joy

Sometimes the title helps

Sometimes being by the sea

Sometimes clouds in the sky

Sometimes is enough

8.5”x 5.5” fountain pen and chalk on toned paper

Imitating Giants

Imitating Giants

I see it happening,

maybe suggesting

a final pose to

one in the process.

Joining the missing

monumental forms

weathering to oblivion

along the various shores.

Well, it could have been like this.

Will probably never know.

Islands off Solitude

5.5”x 8.5” ballpoint pen, oil sanguine and chalk on toned paper. 

Converging

Converging

Seducing rocks

Now veiled ghosts

Of those displaced

Dissolved monuments

From crashing waves

Many unkind winds

Embracing like lovers

Caught between

Now and then

Islands Off Solitude

8.5”x 5.5” fountain pen, oil sanguine and chalk on toned paper 

1988

1988

On an early morning

in the summer of 88,

only my youngest

was truly awake

keeping us all up

through the night.

She just gave birth

a few days ago,

to her first child.

She’ll be awake

a lot now,

for quite a while.

On the porch of the old cottage at the Bay, when she was four.

6”x 9” ink and watercolor