Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Colourful Dreams

Untitled

Liquid Heaven and Earth


Autumn Dream


Liquid Dream


With the autumn colours fast approaching peak levels I have found that my dreams and recent work has taken on a more colourful light. Too say that autumn is one of my favourite seasons would be an understatement. There is something magical about how nature brings forth one last burst of vibrant colour before giving way to the long dark evenings of winter.

As a way of expressing a final creative burst before the approaching winter months here is a haiku I wrote recently.


Timsah on my mind
Basking in the midday sun
Ravenous beauty

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Long Weekend Reflections


Lavender Pearled Buddha Tree



Reflection 1



Reflection 2


Here are a few reflections, written (variant haiku) and photographic from a wonderful long weekend of hiking and photography at Komoka and the Pinery in the company of a most enchanting friend.


Forest breathes
The sound of waves
From a distant sea



Two ripples Intersect
Together briefly
Forever changed



Crocodile
Takes your breath away
Drowned in beauty


Monday, January 12, 2009

Dreaming Sleeper



I am
A thought
Floating Up
From a deep well
of nothingness
A dream



Monday, January 5, 2009

Mask



Mask is the end result of some experimentation at home one evening with the shutter speed and exposure length settings on my digital camera. The source object for Mask is an end table lamp.

Unlike most of my abstract photographs which take anywhere from days to months for a title to present itself too me, the title Mask came very quickly to me for this photograph. I imagine the reason for this lies in the fact that it made me think of a poem I wrote a very long time ago in my youth called The Chameleon which reflects the essence of Mask.



The Chameleon

I have no identity of my own.
I am your creation.

I don the clothes of your perception,
Living the life you have made for me.

I have no history but, what you have given me.
I mirror your dreams.

I remain the same until someone creates me anew,
Leaving you with the memory of your own creation.