The Kokeshi Family Wings it by Metamorphisis

 This set of three sketched Kokeshi dolls have somehow been transformed by their realisation in smudgy into a family,  the adults collecting some wings in the process, that here seem more to be iridescent cardigans or draperies, but might, in the right kind of wind, allow them to hover a little above the page. 

Hot to Pot : Tea Take Two or More Really Red Peppers

Is it Sink or Swim?  The slightly repurposed pot - t-junction aesthetics- here has free-lanced as a drying rack for a curvaceous crop of chillies, the pot itself a stylish set of minimalist curves.  Hot tea anyone? 
 

Gregariously, Generously Green : Marvels of Massed Foliage

 Chiang Mai Flower Markets , on a visit late last year, yielded this condensed field of foliage, a study that edges towards the Marvel’s Green Thoughts in a Green Shade, or Green Shades in a Green Barrow, or a Barrow Load of Green Shadows. Pick a texture and proceed. 

A Sporting Chance: An Gulf in Reality

 Sometimes white paper is too white, or there was just a bit of board siting around, and so was turned into substrate.  The central so-called King Crab is not a crab or a king - at the time this image was printed it was described as Xiphosura or Limulus polyphemus , which is a nomenclatury a bet both ways.  That dagger like projection is a telson.  The male is towed to shore by the female, probably not to save him from drowning.  The eggs are buried in the intertidal sand,.there are no reports of games of tennis, or them being eaten by large storks or becoming lobster food, at least not that I’ve read.  

Firewheel Tree on a Roll - Part One

 The uneven but steady reweave of the Firewheel Tree’s blooms,  gives the bigger than pixelated assemblage so the one can, perhaps, consider the details in more detail.  

The Crayon’s Wax and Wane : Six Variations on the Cards

Cicada Wings + Double Hearts - or - Here’s Winking at You Kid

 The vermillion heart mono print twins. - you will have seen one take up the two wings in the last post for the Valentine Day Series,  here are atilt, or perhaps akimbo,  or maybe they are each other’s spitting image.  The grab of vermilion acrylic to itself gives a venation not similar to the black cicada wings, these neat exemplars perfect aerofoils, as well as an inclination to winkle. 

Hearts-a-Flutter: The Valentine Day Series # 19

 One of a pair of hearts, a mono, or is that duo print, purpose-made for the annual Valentine Day Series which is wondrously in its 19th iteration.  Hoorah, old hearts still go Lub-Dub Loved Up.

And in case you’re the reflective type, below below is the heart above’s other half.

Friday The 13th: The Fake Blood and Owl Feather Curse

 Ghouls get up, ghosts get going, wraiths of the nights

go wrap yourselves in daytime doings, lost souls set

Your sighs to soughing in the pines, Piners now mint 

Manifestos of maxed up woe, Vampirinas dust off

Your tu-tus, dance, dance, and rouge those pallid corpses,

Corpuscles were counting on you to drain away - it’s your day,

Carpe Bitem. 

By Yours Truly

Footnote:

Too silly but hey, there are simply not enough Friday the 13th poems celebrating, and asking for a revival of  the Australian Ballet’s production of Friday the Thirteenth.  

Vase-O-Dilation : When the Empty Vase is Full

 The small Satsuma vase, circa 1930’s perhaps, with its craquelature glaze, gold detail and lovely cascade of autumnal maple leaves,  keepscompany both proximate and at a slight remove with two friend vases, the little masterpiece of jonquil leaves and an early 20th century Australian pottery piece with generous geometric intersect of spherical body and planar rim, might be filled with flowers.  These three are in no way empty when they stand alone, proving that the addition of flowers, while their ostensible purpose in life, is an ephemeral joy, while they remain independent beauties. 

A Card in the Hand : Sign Away, Sigh Away

Lately I’ve been making sets of cards, for lovely people that I know,  at first this was a by-product from snipages for collages, but there is nothing like a series for compulsion.   And as it turns out, they mostly get sent out into the world sans script, so they can be that lovely thing, potential.

And then, the crayons felt a little left out, and insisted. 

 

Sea Glass People in Houses

 Here the Sea Glass person busts a move, one can imagine the clatter of glass bones, the glazed intake of hte middle distance, the slight percussion of a wink, glass is hard to catch in action.  This collage of sea glass, includes a foot from Koh Samui, but mostly shards of water  polished pieces gleaned from Sydney beaches, the odd ceramic shard from corners of the harbour  where water and shoreline agree will be a trove.  Each glass piece has its history, of what it had once been, where it’s been and who it was that once upon a time left it behind. 

Pull Out All Stops for Ferry Stop Spirit House : Canal Days in Bangkok

The long narrow ferries of Bangkok’s canals, frequent, bustling, complete with both driver and conductor, scoot along the waterways, and if the driver judges, with a shrewd glance, the water level’s a bit on the high side, flicks a lever, and the roof comes down about eight inches, causing newbies like me, to flinch, even though my modest height means, I’m really in no danger,  and making the local women to giggle, and did they actually give me a little reassuring slap ?  In any case, the Spirit House adjacent to the ferry stop, resplendent with its thoughtful offerings, might be to the canal spirits or  more terrestrial spirits, but in any case I like to think they too might have got a laugh from this. 
 

Desk Follies: Let Sleeping Snakes Sport Wings and Fly Away

 The detritus of desk, work in progress, bits kept in case,  remnants of wonder that hover waiting to be part of the perhaps of something else, this morning yield a small tableau, a  cross-purposing of disparate forms, and while the winged snake will need to wake and the hornet wings fly on along their finite aerodynamic path to decay,  it must be okay to momentarily, dream of flight as one.