Sketchbook Glimpses

“Sketchbooks and journals are the street lamps that illuminate the artist’s journey.” ― Neil Waldman, Out of the Shadows: An Artist’s Journey

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John Keats Weather

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John Keats Weather

by Annie Seikonia

 

rain globe –

long red worms

graze the soil

 

a startling lime-green haze

creeps from frozen brown

drought

 

water sloshes in the lungs

and heart, thermostat plunging

from childish fevers to hellish chills

 

hot sun

beckons through weeks of rain

from imaginary islands

 

spores fire

weed and bud

fermenting the meridians

 

of dark brick corners,

coal midnights —

a ceaseless windy plash

 

soft unimaginable petals

burgeon

the richest desires. . .

 

the outset of the walk was

through lush catastrophe and we

slept in a sodden sullen church

 

hovering in the dense

cheap sick room where

the living bacteria flumed

 

in the quay submerged

rhythms of forest and

marooned moons

 

complicate

arpeggios of

rocks in the chest.

 

lush wheels of geometric

patterns

provoke and set

 

foggy breaths

clink music as

a cat licks its lips

 

hoary poppy

leaves pierce

black loam

 

two crows toy

and drop

the bone

 

ribboning cove

bronchial tide

veins of muddy brine

 

time unfurls

the heat cruelly

exploding the farm

 

you both

kiss the wall

covering it with whispers

 

spectral fairies prance

over harsh

oaken moss

 

a red ribbon of flame

haunts your

alabaster neck

 

a purple dress

sails through

the heath of health

 

you were correct

to fear the scansions of love

without which

 

the verse would not

burn

nor the world uncurl

 

yet still time? to

set things right

put the house in order

 

sweep out the larks

ashes beetles

mortar

 

though a moist

chaos infiltrates

the book

 

________

 

so one goes on

perhaps even marries

settling into the stitch

 

it’s nothing like

marrying the sea though

is it?

 

The Metaphysics of Autumn

The last flowers and fruits of the season, the husks and shells of effervescent blooms, the spectral forms of autumn, are poignant reminders not only of the ephemeral, but of the eternal.  In nature there is no death, only transformation.

Beautiful Ruins

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These photographs were inspired by the Japanese aesthetic of wabi-sabi. Although I wouldn’t say they necessarily fulfill that particular ideal, they are glimpses of the beauty that surrounds us within ruin, glimpses of the ravishing processes of time that we so often fail to notice.

“Beauty can be coaxed out of ugliness. Wabi-sabi is ambivalent about separating beauty from non-beauty or ugliness. The beauty of wabi-sabi is in one respect, the condition of coming to terms with what you consider ugly. Wabi-sabi suggests that beauty is a dynamic event that occurs between you and something else. Beauty can spontaneously occur at any moment given the proper circumstances, context, or point of view. Beauty is thus an altered state of consciousness, an extraordinary moment of poetry and grace.”
Leonard Koren, Wabi-Sabi: For Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers

“Wabi sabi is not a style defined by superficial appearance. It is an aesthetic ideal, a quiet and sensitive state of mind, attainable by learning to see the invisible, paring away what is unnecessary, and knowing where to stop.”
Wabi Sabi – Tim Wong, Ph.D. & Akiko Hirano, Ph.D., “Learning to See the Invisible”