Here is this weeks blog. A new poem, me musing with the paintng I’m currently working on. I hope some of you out there enjoy it.
Take care all.
I want you to be full of life, but not yet.
Still filling up the cup.
Scars and symbols play.
Dance in the periphery of vision.
“I will come alive again…”
But not yet…
I learnt your conversation with a seeming ease.
I still yet do not quite understand the language.
Holding my crimson and rose
My vain display of ambition on show.
Synapses split and fire.
There is no room for vanities here.
I must touch.
I must embrace.
Beneath the layers of yellow
Fingers smooth a glaze of vermillion
Over the glare of a sun.
Their time in a future soon.
For now the horzion their home.
Scarlet spreads herself in a haze and remarks like exlamations!
Highlighting what lies beneath that noone else can see.
This is just for you and me.
Like memories seek
To hold you a little longer.
It streaks and stains.
From painful terrors to
I gaze into your horizon.
This universal scrap at understanding
This universal cry for hope.
I look to words past spoken in a need to understand.
To hope for comfort that elsewhere could not be found.
I wrote it because I needed it.
Now I crave it like a infant for the pacifier.
Scars and visions weave in and out
Impaitently waiting in shadows and light.
Dusk needs the darkness
I need the light.
You challenge me in perspective
I challenge you to manifest coherance.
Scratching at tears and tangents.
Drowning in hues of ultramarine
This was my dream.
Cradled in Tabula’s arms.
Your eye of firmament captivating…
You are the end…
Can I end in the fall?
“…In chaos and confusion, lies peace and stability…”
…”endings are beginnings…”
“…I will go on, come alive again…”
Just not today.
© 2010 Tikarma Vodicka
Poetical Impressions, Alive Again, October 25th, 2010.
How do you put images to words and words to images?
I guess you just do.
This won’t be much of an impression, in part because I’m still painting and in another part because I’m floating in a down. It’s nothing to worry about and like a cat, nine times out of ten I land on my feet, but it means I’m more in state of being rather than a place of thought and words.
So I’m not being blog shy to those wondering… just finding it difficult to frame my thoughts.
So to stay on topic!
There’s a state of mind that I go to when I paint. It’s like no other place. The closest I can get to heaven on earth. No thought, or feeling, just being. Just moving but not really being aware of where that movement is taking me. An assurdness that all is just as it should be. It’s such a singular point of focus that at times I don’t even hear what is going on around me.
Sometimes though life, chores, the computer, chatter from now, the past, they block my way to that space.
When that happens I sit with my painting and say “Talk to me.”
The poems that emerge are those conversations.
I can’t really explain the poem because that would mean I understand the process and I’m not talking about the mechanics.
Sure I know how to put paint on a brush and make a picture but the process I’m talking about is creation.
Taking from my mind that picture, feeling or thought and making it come to life on the canvas.
The process that drives me to want to paint and not do sculpture or woodcarving instead. The passion and drive that keeps me standing long after my bedtime…these conversations…They are a different process.
This poem is such a conversation with my canvas. Wrestling out the painting. Where I am in it, what it is trying to say and what I want to say .
The lines in quotes are taken from the poem this painting is based on, ‘Barren Mountain Sunset’ which I wrote many years ago now.
Tabula is the name of my easle that currently holds the painting.
I guess, you have to try to imagine me having it out with my canvas *LOL* That’s the only way I can explain it.
…So I’m off to paint.
I hope for you all your week will be filled with moments of inspired creativity or just moments that leave you with a big grin and glad to be alive for that moment.
All my best wishes to you all.