Friday, February 12, 2010

Cloud images

 
Sketch 1.


sketch 2
Text from sketch 2: when we think of rain, we think of it coming from the sea and all the moisture dumping onto the land. However, I think the air has been 'prepared' for the rainfall to come. (by moisture from the an eastly before  the storm is come from the west for example).

The wetness has already been deposited there... is already in the air, and the storm acts as a sort of catalyst,  a wave of rainstorm the ripples or walks across the landscape.  Raining where it is.  The moist air before it and the dry air behind it.  The cloud itself remaining largely unchanged as it travels. 
sketch 3. 

From sketch 3: 
Clouds are dark and light.
The top of clouds are well light and bright, this has a slightly warming and rising effect. 

While the bottoms of clouds are dark and shadowed by the moisture of the cloud above it.  This has a cooling and sinking effect.  Helping to seperate, widen and thicken the cloud.  In other words the cloud makes its own space to grow by pulling itself apart.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Adirondack Dress in Autumn

In autumn

The edges of her skirt are still
The brightest. The two of them.

The edge wrapping her uterus
Over the two horns of her hips
.......Wide, Stable, Circles......
where she sits. The folds of the
fabric, dress earth in its colors.

Oranges... embracing daughters.
Yellows.. run after one another.
Reds... the blushing   pink.
 

The far edge- 
light and wind
bent into a hoop.
 

Wrapping and sweeping ,
The earth with her dress.

Trees

Trees.
The trees are full of a wind
that only moves in the branches
by that I mean they are created
by the rhythms of the wind
and the roots remain nourished
by the rain that comes with the
clouds on the wind. Its a quiet
growth, silent and listening.

While the sarcastic and loud
language of science, with its
metal teeth and cognition.
Is a chainsaw too loud to
hear the softer languages
those that the birds learn
while listening to a music
that is also a scent that
plays through the branches.
Admid, the hard facts
of the sharp minds, we
can no longer even hear
the swallow songs.