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Beach Junk for Art

Below is a water color painting I completed on a piece of old plastic found on the beach.
An artist friend asked me to help her find a piece of driftwood she needed for a commissioned art piece she was trying to complete.  She had searched several beaches near her house and couldn’t find the correct size, and asked for help.  

On our beach, I doggedly searched for the piece of driftwood with her specifications and found only some small pieces of wood, along with old shoes, pieces of plastic, an unhinged toilet seat, a few seashells, as well as plenty of seaweed and lots of old, jangled, plastic rope. 

Are you surprised by my description of what I found on the beach?  You shouldn’t be, as most ocean beaches are cluttered with junk.   Much of it is plastic.  

When I told my friend that I couldn’t find anything she wanted, she replied,  “Well, we should just switch to painting on plastic.  There sure is plenty of that laying around.”   

A few days later, while again scrounging around on the beach, I found a rather large piece of blue, eroded, plastic that used to be part of a 25 gallon container.  It was an interesting shape, so i took it home then scrubbed it up and left it outside to dry in the warm sun of our Island of the Abacos.  

Then I painted the plastic, first designing the structure with gesso, a kind of acrylic base, then following up with watercolors.  The roughened and worn plastic surface moved the water colors slowly around in interesting ways. Where the plastic was still smooth, the paint moved about quickly and then mingled and mixed with other colors.  

As I shifted the brush size and character, I started to get some pleasant varied patterns on the old plastic.  

Pretty soon, I was lost in the painting and having a great time.  

The end result has a sort of shiny, porcelain look to it.  

I like finding junk to paint on.  And I sure like the price of the canvas.  

Plus, now there is one less piece of plastic garbage on the beach.

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What Actually Happened?

Are found truths eliminated lies?
– proved wrong before truth pursued?
Is time not wasted while examining lies?
Is proving a lie truth 
or is truth hiding elsewhere?

Are lies scientific evidence when found false, like proving the null hypothesis?
Are lies facts when truth is obfuscated?  
Are lies kind when they are white?  
Are lies easier to live when when they bely the meaning of facts?
Are lies truer when falsified?
What about pathological lying?  
What are we going to do about that?

Sketch and poem by MJC

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Ahem

How is it that 
concern for others is worthless?
real is fake?
data are junk to be ridiculed?
declarations of love laughable?
insults the norm?
while we all fall down, together?  
Is there anyone left standing?
This hurts!

Cartoon sketch by MJC.

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Who is that Woman?


She mystifies me, that woman,
holding her paint brush confidently in her left hand,
sitting as she does left leg over right, appearing poised and comfortable in her flowery dress, hair flying, bun loosely in place.

She looks like a beautiful tiger, or
an exceptional rose hanging over tall branches, alone and colorful.

I wonder what she is thinking, this woman of the late 1920’s, an artist painting just a few years since American women could vote.  
Is she looking forward?

She might be aghast if her visionary powers are excellent.

Is she trying to forget?  While sitting comfortably in that brief time between two world wars.

Is she reveling in the present?
I hope so.




Oil painting on canvas by MJC
Water color on paper by MJC

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Hot and Sultry Summers














Today, yesterday, the day before,
tomorrow,
steam rolls off the grass,sun melts hot colors of summer flowersshade comes in sliced piecesshattered by tall grasseswind sneaks through bushes, frenetically waving.
Black and white of winter, browns and oranges of autumn.
Disappeared forgotten.
Orange lilies bob their headsreaching out above the hydrangeasdelicate flickering petals flyingsedately touching summer hot streams of light.

Red poppies appear.
Last year it was hot pink phlox.

The garden shifts its mooddepending uponwhich way the seeds blowhow the seedlings survive winter storms,which roots drink in cold spring rainabsorb or radiate this simmering heatsometimes leaves just shrugging down and hanging therewaiting for water. 


Watercolor painting and poem by MJC


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Fire and Fury

False actions, reactions, didacticisms, confabulations, blatant theatrics

I slip into thistle behavior, prickly, doubtful.
Why can’t I write a poem about daisies and rudbekia
as an effective sedative to revengeful narcissistic actions. 
I read nonstop, no relief, anywhere. 
Bouncing off my ceiling, me feeling feckle
What the heckle, ha ha, stop laughing.
This world is struggling to keep it together, yet
I am back to holding rabbits without reason.

Poem and sketch by MJC

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Does it Matter?

Why do I care where the shore is, if traveling to the other side there is none? 

Here, the beach eroded, no longer discernible, sharks departing years ago.

Turmoil stopped its lively churning, waters calm. 
Once powerful figures, ancient lions of the sea, 
giant spectacles of brilliant corals,
steely boulders of whales,
fluttering movers of shifting underwaters, float on top, still and grey.

Strangled in plastic, caught in nets, hit by propellers of great boats.

I fear, in this kayak, of drowning in my own tears.

They are gone. As are we, soon.

Watercolor painting and poem by MJC

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What Happened?

 

 

 

 

She is a whisper in his ear.  He is a sparkle in her eye.

They tried, but it was too much work.

She failed to notice.

He failed to see.

She cried.

He sighed.

It died.

Gone.

Bye.

Ah

A

.


Poem and photo by MJChamie

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Tanka # 13 Departure

He is gone today.
Not debated, just soft thoughts,
Beyond volition,
No time left for a goodbye,
Exited from pain, suffering. 

Grateful for his presence, here.

Loved by his family and friends.

Poem and photo by MJC

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Solar powered bike
Brightly trending arrival
Rented for a song.
Future transport cheers us on
Ancient two-wheel comes of age.

Photo of Biketown rental and poem by MJC

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