Piacentini
Book Studio and Gallery
1293 NE 3rd Street
Bend, Oregon 97701
541.633.7055
My show in Bend has been received well and both my friend Linda, Piacentini Gallery and myself are really pleased. The show ends on September 30th, 2015, if you have a chance to make it to Bend, it has been reviewed as worth a look.
One of my hopes in my art practice is to inspire others to create something new, wether that is working through loss, learning to collage, studying how to make books or another of the many creative endeavors a person can take on. My current aspiration is tidying up!
During the latest shows programing the Bend Haiku Poetry group came in and spent a lot of time looking at the work, then decided to write haiku poems to reflect their understanding of the art work. I have been very moved by their thoughts and humbled on the time in reflection of the artwork. The relationship between writers and artists is powerful while creating some of the most impressive social and art movements of our history such as Dada, and Surrealism.
The poetry group was kind enough to share them, I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I have:
Crow’s Shadow
A splice of red
below a black
bird. Blue too
I’m a hoarder
announces the crow—
(an interior line)
Under the crow’s feet--
branches, metal or bone
no matter
-Marion Davidson
the May Queen
ancient, frail, and infinite
keeps heart ghost stilled
beneath blind bejewling, sees
through the thin skull of being
- Sandy Thompson -
Sandy also writes, "Beth, I love your focus on grief and recovery in your artwork." She also encourages the reading of a book of longer poems on similar theme/s called The Grace of Curves that will be published by years end. Sandy, I am looking forward to reading it and posting it here for others.
landscape of death
vacant eyes and empty ribs
crow finds her comfort zone
-Janet
wedding day photo
imposing couple
birds of a feather
a child's dress blows
in the night wind
she is the moon
paper doll bustles
so satisfied
she carries her flame
anatomy opens
reaches beyond the page
blotches of hope
circles below
mountains above
ghost dance
the eyes have it
master of my fate
sure
-Kay Yasutome
mimesis and mourning
a transition for all
the cage opens and soul ascends
-Kim Kimerling
I've been to the mountain
Left my tracks in the snow
and all was icy and frozen air
the black of mourning
under Zodiac of Springtime
Veiled, I am a black bolder
Calm, I can never return
-Lorna Cahall
Chapter four-
Dappled in light
night owl
Tranquil setting
down by the old river-
shivering bones.
burdened
Sisyphean slaves cross oceans
Of pain
Beauty stands firm
Crow's flock at her feet
To devour her
Out to sea
carrots honeymoon towards
rough weather
-Linda Piacentini-Yaple
Thank you Bend Haiku Poetry group!
I can see these as being inspiration for some books
and write when you can...
Beth
