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I love showing collage artist Zoe Langosy my photography.  She is the only person who has ever viewed my work and said, “Wow, that’s beautiful.  I can’t wait to cut it up!”  And I, quite frankly, can’t wait to see what she does with the deconstructed images.  As I’ve said before, she is an inspiration to me as an artist who follows her passion with paper and at the same time is so guiding to other artists, young and old.  I’m honored that her latest work includes a bit of my photography, the sunlit branches.

Last time these branches helped garb a geisha of autumn and winter.  This time around the scene is decidely different in the piece she’s created for show at the UForge Gallery’s Visual Lyrics Exhibit.  For this exhibit, artists were challenged to pay homage to the lyrics of their favorite song.  Find out for yourself what song inspired Zoe.  The show will be on view starting tonight through November 27th.  More information available here:  Visual Lyrics Exhibit at UForge Gallery, Jamaica Plain, MA.

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It was not until I spoke with my brother last night that I realized the moon was full.  I begin to wonder if all my work with paper this week is lunar-inspired, especially this image of a full moon releasing translucent leaves  upon the autumn landscape. Originally I had conceived of placing a small bench upon this hill, with a person staring up at a rainbow around the moon, an attempt to visualize this old post.  But as I worked, I found myself appreciating the simplicity of just leaves raining down on the ground.

A full moon created from an old calendar of Tiffany stained glass seemed apropos given the enjoyment I’ve had this year in photographing stained glass windows at Trinity Church in Copley Square and elsewhere.

Perhaps the strangest work created this week (so far) is a watercolor moon rising above a landscape of Frost in leaves.  What do I mean? Well …

… the leaves clustered at the bottom of this painting, like the ones you can kick about beneath a tree that has loosed all of its foliage … those leaves were created from the beautiful words of Robert Frost in poems I copied from a book.  I simply wanted to see “frost on leaves.”  We’ll see what the rest of the week has to hold as the moon wanes. 😉

 

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As you may have picked up by reading this blog over time, I am inspired by anything on any given day depending on which way the wind is blowing and how the stars are aligned.  Of late I have been inspired by autumn sun, of course, and also paper crafts.  In part, it has to do with my ongoing collaboration with collage artist Zoe Langosy, and through her and other artist friends learning of the craft of paper cutting — a craft that continues to evolve as artists find new ways to express their skill and imaginations.

As I explore the craft, I am having a lot of fun with layering papers of different colors and textures, and playing around with the concepts that I take for granted in my photography like illumination, the flow of water, and capturing winged creatures in flight.  In the above picture, I want to add a sail boat with billowing white sails.  There’s a reason why but I’ll share that reason later if I manage to make a passable sailing vessel. 😉

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This morning from the shelf I pulled the book Good Poems, selected and arranged by Garrison Keillor.  It is a wonderful compilation that I used to carry with me as I commuted for work and pleasure across Boston via the green line train.  I carried the book for its words but also for another reason.  Not only am I both calmed and inspired by poetic works, I love books of poetry because of the white space on the page.  This beautiful tome has plenty of white space.  With such space I needed only to pull a pen from my pocket to jot down errant thoughts.  To capture them to view later.  If I remembered.  Well, I’d forgotten the words written in the margins of this book nearly five years ago.  On this bright Sunday morning, I am glad I found them. — CS

August 29, 2007

His name is Herbie.  I remember that.  I’ve seen him all the years that I’ve lived up here, traveling through Copley Station.  A wee black man and his flute.  It has been awhile.  His hair has grown long and gray, and new lines etch his dark face.  His smile has not diminished.  He always says, “Hello, sweetie,” or sometimes, “darling.”  Though I place no money in his cup, his smile never fades.  His smile makes me smile, no matter what ills of the day.  He reminds me of simple pleasure.  Of greetings.

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Her name I know not.  She told me once but I can’t remember.  She comes into Trinity on Fridays covered in cloth from head to foot like a Bedouin, except her robes are not blue but many-hued.  We both have a gap between our front teeth.  She says it is due to our British ancestry.  She likes my smile.  She says all of me, my whole being, smiles when I do.  I told her she gives me reason.

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in silhouette upon the wall

a butterfly’s four wings did fall

like blackest night

cut into lace —

a dear friend’s gift

in morning light

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As I raced around this morning, I noticed the early morning light shining through windows still covered with condensation.

To view the water, to stare into the tiny pools imbued with color from the world outside … it was a wonderful moment of pause in the day.

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I  have never seen an owl in the wild.  I have heard them though, that distinctive hoo, hoo, hoo.  They have been on my mind of late because of family and friends.   As I worked with a colleague on her daughter’s nursery one day, she shared her fondness for the winged creatures.  So ever since then, for her, I have kept an eye open for small owlish things that can be shared by mother and child.  Sometimes I keep the items for myself like the above postcard tucked in an alcove.  While my brother and I do not share a love of owls, we do share a love for the movie, The Secret of NIMH.

Secret of NIMH Theatrical Poster

I purchased the movie recently to share with a young friend.  I had not realized how much of the story I had forgotten.  As my friend and I perched on the couch, mesmerized by the story and the jewel-colored artwork, I was surprised with great joy — and my young friend with a bit of fear — as a magnificent Great Owl strode across the screen, his mammoth claws cracking the remains of past dinners, bones in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Such sights do make me wonder if this small bone I found in the woods was left by hawk or owl.

I’m not an especially nocturnal person which is probably why my path does not cross that of the owls and vice versa.   According to Massachusetts Audubon though they are everywhere across my state.  We’ll see what the future holds, especially as daylight saving time soon ends and I find myself out at dusk.  I just hope I have my camera ready so that I may eventually share some images with you.  Meanwhile, here are just a few of the many online sites that already contain wonderful images and information:

Massachusetts Audubon Owls

The Owl Pages

Cornell Lab of Ornithology:  Owls

Animal Planet: Owl Page

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