And things are blooming in the on-line haiku and Japanese poetry forms world. We have Caroline Skanne tirelessly bringing us a weekly Hedgerow on-line journal. Then there’s Michael Rehling who lovingly edits his monthly senryu journal, Failed Haiku. And then the great surprise of ai li’s cherita monthly flipbook. So glad she’s back in town. I musn’t overlook Larry Kimmel who is ai li’s co-editor. We have so much to look forward to.
It’s hard enough to devote one’s energy to a quarterly, let alone a monthly or a weekly. My baseball cap off to these three musketeers.
Meanwhile, the perennials are blooming although the sun is merciless. And the thistles and other weeds are having a swell time. We have been having our pond worked on for two months. Last year’s fish all but disappeared–I have a feeling the frogs that were bigger were having a feast. My pond guy has relocated a number of frogs but when I went out to feed our dozen goldfish this morning, two fat ones jumped into the water. Where they’re coming from, I don’t know. With each ripple, a new Basho replicates.
In the frog’s croak
Recently I had digital art pieces exhibited in Florence, Italy and Porto, Portugal — although I couldn’t attend either venue, it was a delight to be included with so many other gifted artists at the NEM Equinox Exhibit at the Church of San Stefano and at the Mira Mobile Prize Exhibit.
Last month five of my digital paintings were exhibited at the Melange I exhibit at the Circle Gallery in Annapolis. My work has appeared on numerous banners in the last year, most notably iColorama and theappwhisper. Always a great honor.
I finally bit the bullet and bought an iPhone7+ which is an absolute joy. My Android was a good pal for years but it was time to upgrade. I’m also now the owner of a refurbished Apple laptop, thanks to Charles Trumbull, former editor of Modern Haiku, who helped move me in that direction.
I’ve been asked to do a solo reading April 16, Easter Sunday, at Spiral Staircase starting at 4 o’clock. If you’re in the area, stop by and bring your house guests (or leave them home if you need a break). April is international poetry month and the 16th is International Haiku Day. I will be reading haiku as well as haibun–hope to share new unpublished work.
Meanwhile, I’m working on a new poetry book and have promised myself that I will buckle down and do the exercises in the three on-line art courses I signed up for. Something always seems to get in the way.
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May you blossom this spring…..
It’s great fun to have a friend to pose for me, especially one as flexible and charming as Carrie Kopp Adams. This little “booklet” has gotten almost 3,000 views of Steller. Please enjoy.
It has been a wild ride for the whole world. I personally have been tossing and turning at night. Last night I had a dream that Trump was depressed. I offered to make him bacon and eggs for breakfast which he accepted but before diving into the meal, he threw on top a square of crumb cake.
Dreams are amazing — it wasn’t until later in the morning did that grand finale of the piece of cake remind me of the famous line from French history, “Let them eat cake” (meaning the struggling masses). In other words, let those who voted for me eat crumbs.
Dreams are, afterall, art from the Dream Maker herself.
On a brighter note, I thank Andrea for choosing one of my Venice scenes for his NEMStreets site:
This lovely man does so much for mobile art and artists.
Ever since I was a kid I’ve wanted to draw. For years I thought I had no talent in that area, that drawing was something my brother was gifted in, not me.
In a week I will turn seventy. They say age can bring wisdom and in my case, I have the wisdom to know I wasn’t a born artist, that it’s something I have to practice. One year ago I began taking on-line courses with a number of gifted artists, Ivy Newport being one. My attempts at drawing a face were lame indeed but with a minimum of practice, I can do a decent portrait. But like any skill, drawing takes practice and I have miles to go, to quote Robert Frost.
Drawing for me is painful and frustrating. Learning how to really see is a discipline (vs. focusing so much on how I look).
In 1984 I went to Venice with my husband and brother-in-law where I took a photo
of an elderly man petting one of the many cats that roam the streets there. In 2016
I resurrected the photo and polished it on my iPad creating a beautiful black and white.
On a lark, I used the app Dreamscope to see what would happen if it appeared in color.
The rest is history.
My motto is, you don’t know unless you try! And sometimes it takes another pair of
eyes to acknowledge what we do has merit. So thank you, NEMStreet…it’s a pleasure to
appear with some of my favorite artists.