Playing with Thread, part one

I've been playing with thread lately... all of a sudden I find it incredibly fascinating. While working on this little piece, I found myself thinking of all the things we are bound by, the things we tie to ourselves. And thread...all the threads of each day that must be kept in the right order, woven just so. 

I cut notches into her neck and face, then slipped the thread through these spaces. I kept thinking of how painful such a thing would be, as I was wrapping the thread. But then, it is painful. There are moments when you pause at the sink, the taxi stand, your desk, and you acknowledge the ache where you've been cut, where you've been bound too tight by your own threads. The gaze, criscrossed with thread, affects me in a way that would be far easier to hammer into poetry than to explain here. 

So as I said, I'm playing with thread these days. It feels, somehow, like a very indirect way of testing everyday tensions. At the very least, it's interesting, and that in itself is enough.

Will post progress as I work on the other pieces.

Blessings :)

Fern

I named her "Fern"... I imagine her occupying the damp, mossy corners of the garden, the places where small things grow unnoticed. (Now that I think of it, she's just waiting to be written into a short story!)

Fern, graphite pencil

Doodle:)

Thunder and the Bird Lady~

So much thunder. I am afraid to walk about the house, in case my movement may somehow crack the earth. It is one of those fragile, easily broken mornings, and the world is so filled with wild things I do not understand. I don't pretend to. There is too much. The more I read, the more I sit in on talks of theories and ideas, the more I chatter, is the more I feel as though I am floundering some how, being suffocated in words and words and nothing. It is dense and unsatisfying, and I am still so often thirsty. And then there is all this thunder. Ah to be half-wild, to be as beautiful and as unexplainable and as real as the Bird Lady, with her storm-tossed eyes...

This is only her first incarnation. She's far too interesting for just one piece.

Go be half-wild,

~D

Michaela

This is first in a series of paintings I've started. While painting her, I thought of her vaguely as the little known patroness of too-late things. I'm very excited about the progress of this collection. I'll be posting the pieces one by one as they are ready. 

In the meantime, this is Michaela:)

Michaela, acrylic

closer look at Michaela, acrylic 

Old Portraits

An old self-portrait, done in 2002.

Flawed and imperfect, but I suppose all things are in one way or another.

Half-Light Gaze...

I am fiercely fond of this piece. I am all too familiar with all these half-lovely, half-fearsome (half-broken) things... Hope you whole like it! :p

Half Light Gaze. Pencil 

... and the eyes

Women Writers' Series

I'm being featured this month in Charmaine Valere's Caribbean Women Writers' Series :)
Here is the link! And do check out the other installments... it's all good stuff.

http://signifyinguyana.typepad.com/charmainevalere/2011/09/caribbean-women-writers-series-love-is-poetry-poems-by-danielle-boodoo-fortun%C3%A9.html

Face and Bright Heart

another piece from the sketchbook...

Pen Tuh Paper

Aye


Check out the newish poem Untame Things, on "Pen tuh Paper" a very cool poetry blog:) And submit, why don't you?