Firmament of the Ancestors
There's one full shot of the piece, but it's hard to see, so there are three detail images. I'll be listing this in my shop later today. Here's how the piece came to be. Most of it is that pattern that slowly built itself into an abstraction of waves in the ocean....in the beginning I didn't know where it was going...I was just making a pattern. Also in an early stage I made an arching pattern of connected dots in the upper portion (now buried under the one you see), that I realized was like a view of the constellations. I had a strong sense this piece was about history....that's when I knew there was a tiny boat riding those ocean waves. There we are on our very solo journey in a tiny boat...navigating the waves (just where are those oars???) under the timeless firmament of history...our collective ancestors. Time continues on...each moment adds another layer of waves to the ocean current, more dots are connected as we pass through our lives....history builds itself into eternity.
Very soon, we are off on a short jaunt to the big city of Chicago to immerse ourselves in inspiring art, good food and more as-of-yet untold discoveries. I'll see you next week, with more from The Pink Pages and hopefully some good stories to tell!!! Right now, as it's a gorgeous day outside, I'm off to plant some zinnia seeds....wish me luck....planting seeds has never worked for me before, but I dearly love zinnias!
That little boat really brings the piece together and gives it a narrative. I love it!
ReplyDeleteCarrie, thanks so much. The little boat stands for so many things and has found its way into many a piece over the years!
ReplyDeletePatti this is a beautiful subtle yet forceful piece. My sense of time is convoluted too, but I seem to recall many months ago there was a lot of talk about achieving simple elegance in our work. I think you're there, my friend! Enjoy Chicago!
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ReplyDeleteprairie stars
choosing
fragrant
herbs
and
roots
designed
by spirit
to heal
her constellation
set
star by star
upon her
passing
from here
where she
walked
to there
where she
believed
a small fire
a forever
night sky
and
the spaces
between each
point of light
darkness
she said
holds
more secrets
than light
her smile
made us
ponder
and
now i
know
the questions
more important
than the answers
the firmament
cradles
all our ancestors
and
when i pray
i pray
for your roots
and limbs
and leaves
there where
they entwine
with mine
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This is a lovely piece Patti and a lovely story to go with it. I hope you enjoyed your trip and got to plant some zinnias as well F
ReplyDeleteThank you so much everyone for the comments...and the poem!
ReplyDeleteLovely piece Patti!
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