I just completed this piece, a mixed media piece for the upcoming Minnesota Opera gala.

Taking up the challenge posted by Angela at her wonderful blog, Angela from the Center, here is an old poem I wrote (way, way, back when), posted in honor of Imbolc, a holiday we like to celebrate with art in our household.

Land’s end

And the land ends
at the tip of my finger
The cowboys and indians have fallen from the face of the earth
And we are left with nothing but the arms and legs of chairs
to protect us from the harshness of reality
Come sit on the floor with me
Let your skin mingle with dust
Your breath couple with my breath
Our bodies will form a new beast
whose growl will beckon the void
Pull it to me
Pull it to us
Welcome the engulfing emptiness of beyond

Beyond thought there is still experience
She feels without comprehending
She accepts and moves on
Goes through the motions
Swims through this sea
And flounders upon the shore of a new world

Wishing you an Impish Imbolc!

During our Honey Roads ritual, we had the chance to spend some hours in ritual space to store up and bring the energy of our activities back to the entire group during the main portion of the ritual. The wife and I spent some of that time taking a nice walk around part of the island. And of course, no walk with Leora is complete without a camera.

Here are a few shots I particularly loved from that walk. Click on each image to see a larger version. Enjoy!

If you were at camp, I’d especially love to see your comments. You can comment on this post, or on any individual image.

At least for one week…

We’ll be leaving on Thursday for camp, so I probably won’t be updating next Monday. But here is a mystery image for you for today.

The last Mystery Monday, from far too long ago, was my feet in the Minnehaha spring, from our trip to the falls on summer solstice 2008.

My first sketch of the day, and my first knot…

Oh, and here’s another one of the Dudes, just for s**ts and giggles.

His name is Tweed.

Here’s a teaser of one of the pieces I’ve been working on.

Tonight I think it might be done. But who knows what I’ll think of it tomorrow.

I’ve also got a few pieces in the works inspired by Alphonse Mucha, who I had totally forgotten how much I like (That sentence made sense in my head, but written down, not so much. Oh well…).

I think I may try to enter those pieces in the Pride art show. Maybe.
If I can get up the nerve.