morning after

the day before i left town,
what should appear but giant cookie-cutters
on the street,
and people shoveling
gray grit madly into place.

the next morning, it was back on the bus again.
just before we left, i got this shot of birdfeet.
but what it would be
remained an utter mystery.




until now.
thanks to darling fridamorelia for staying in town
to witness and share the finale:


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fuente/origen

historia de una vida en diez imágenes
a life story in ten pictures

la familia


buen can


buen pan


color vivo


raíces enredados


montón de flores


mucha moda


muerta con corazón

(por ophelia en cafépress)

santos colgados


mujer del diablo


(por jesús lucas lorenzo, pintor)

translation:

source/origin

the family
good dog
good bread
bright color
tangled roots
tons of flowers
lots of fashion
dead girl with heart
hung saints
devil's bride

como México, no hay dos

speech, less

"there is but one México."
literally: like México, there aren't two.

what is it with twoness.
am i being too literal?






seems to be another level, always




the way México is lived



and how it is visited



by twins within



seeking sun in shadow



and water.



one went,


two came back.


or maybe it's
the other way around.



hasta pronto, love,
mk

y entonces, me voy

and so, I go













No los olvidemos, todos vamos para allá.

Let's not forget, we all go there.

Till I return from México, cuídense bien.

more fruits

show news

good news:
this figure is going to show via the Life Studio traveling show; one work per artist. Four locations, four nights.

the two above her were others i submitted.

life drawing fueled by my professor Dale yelling, "LOOK AT THE ASS!" together with the book:The Nude, A New Perspective by Gill Saunders, published in 1989, helped launch me on a hunt which has lasted 20 years.

from my perspective:

enter the space
again
to face the nature
of the body
is the softest
and the hardest
thing.

claim your space
practice done
weapon in hand
prey ahead
senses open
game on
your move.

thrust
parry
jab
falling
with little
grace
you thrash
pray not to
crash.

held by
the scent of
pursuit
you can't stop
tick tick tick
pose over
hit the brakes
clutch the ground
look if you dare
put it aside

next pose please.

fruits of summer

o the waning
light
makes me
take stock
of the harvest...

"i think it's done now"
with thanks to the
English and Spanish
teachers and
their endless demands
to edit edit edit
till you go stark raving mad and can do
no more.
here is my zen garden,

fini:



and on to more fruits...
that was one mad crazy shoot
starring the glamorous
Danielle
lots of people and dogs
stared at us in the park.
the images are on
my etsy site.
thanks, D.



i had tomatoes on the brain...
(is that where the shapes come from
or is that sangría)



ever since my friend Nancy delivered these beauties in
a Prada bag.
trug, schmug.
thanks Martha: i'll make do with
the demon bag instead.
paper is so chic.