when faces called flowers float out of the ground...
This series inspired by a poem I would later hear performed by a talented singer at a wonderful dinner party hosted by a great art patron and collector. When he showed me the poem, "when faces called flowers float out of the ground" I was so moved I immediately began this series of paintings, hearing words move soft pink skies, blue mountains and blossoming flowers, a hand softly glides across the landscape...what a joy when I heard the music and the synergy that had happened between the printed word, the colored words, and the spoken song...it came together beautifully...
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)
when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving-
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we're alive,dear:it's(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)