What is he thinking
As he watches the snow fall now
Outside the sky-like window
Of the exotic bakery?
It is past the solstice now:
The abnormal days of rain
Swept behind us; part of the tunnel's memory,
Part of the inflatables
And the three swinging snowmen,
Mechanical electric deer,
Heaped plates and platters, desserts and promises,
Mountains of bright paper, boxes and bows.
We drove headlong into the dark sea,
Guided by the rushing world, oblivious to war
And carnage, wrapped in our
Unimaginable foreign lives
Passed like insects, their unique fates
Flickering like common miracles
Glimpsed through a yawn.
There is a stonecutter nearby
Who built a solstice cave of stone.
For one week only, and only on immaculate days
Blue as pearls
Could one sit and watch the light
Enter the carved bird's mouth,
Sound the note of rebirth, until the lengthening bar
Resumed the shape of a human form.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
This is a homework assignment from the Colored Pencil Class in which we practice the "grisaille" technique. "Grisaille" is French for grey or shadow, and refers typically to a drawing or painting done all in tones of gray. Our assignment was to create a grisaille drawing and then add one color to it.