two reds

two reds, in black and white; more collage fragments…

fragments collage 53

fragments #53, painted paper and card collage on watercolour card, 38mm x 43mm

fragments collage 06

fragments #06, painted paper and card collage on black card, 45mm x 45mm

a barn, a door, one red

or a cottage blushing pink

old shacks, one shed

shapes into things, i think…

9 Comments

  1. Jazz
    Posted November 1, 2014 at 4:23 pm | Permalink

    red [read]
    pink [rosy]
    shacks [live]
    shed [discard]
    shapes [assumes]
    things [unspecified]

  2. Jazz
    Posted November 2, 2014 at 9:58 am | Permalink

    sunday nonsense…

    pictures like kind
    will please mind
    here say
    there beauty

  3. Jazz
    Posted November 3, 2014 at 6:26 am | Permalink

    monday morning [part one]…

    here, and there i went
    as a shadow, indifferent
    what i felt, i would not say
    words falter, and so delay

  4. Jazz
    Posted November 3, 2014 at 6:49 am | Permalink

    here: present, listening, place
    there: focus, attention, existence
    shadow: slight, trace, obscure
    indifferent: cool, impassive, remote
    falter: fail, fall, pause
    delay: slow, still, waiting

  5. Jazz
    Posted November 3, 2014 at 7:21 am | Permalink

    monday morning [part two]…

    while unseen, stating
    one place, to drown
    deep thought, abating
    one tug, cast down

  6. Jazz
    Posted November 3, 2014 at 10:33 am | Permalink

    gone fishing… [for a metaphor]

  7. Jazz
    Posted November 3, 2014 at 4:42 pm | Permalink

    found this: philosophical honey http://www.theschooloflife.com/shop/philosophical-honey/

  8. Jazz
    Posted November 3, 2014 at 5:24 pm | Permalink

    time for tea: not sure about word “stating”, might change to [thinks]..?

    tug = a boat + other plays on words – amend ‘to stay’ and ‘cast away’, changes everything.

    alt. version:

    while unseen, in _______
    one place, here to stay
    deep thoughts, abating
    one tug, and cast away

  9. Jazz
    Posted November 3, 2014 at 6:10 pm | Permalink

    alt. alt. version:

    a barn, a door, one red
    a cottage, blushing rosy
    old shacks, one shed
    shaping things, apoesy

    here, and there i went
    as a shadow, indifferent
    what i felt, i would not say
    words falter, and so delay

    while unseen, hereabout
    one place, run-down

    [stuck!!]

    wonky-rhyming couplets have run amok… i’ll no more be a poet than be an artist.