Southampton, Black Birch

September 29, 2015

Peripheral Love

Foreverish Time

quick 6" x 6" demonstration piece when teaching...this summer...August 2015

Southampton, MA

By the sea -- we caught the last of the sun - late afternoon - early evening - september last year - 7" x 5", paper, acrylic

very very late afternoon....early evening --dusk really.....florence.... 12" x 14" acrylic/paper-arches

NATURE - AS WE KNEW IT - paper , 5" x 7"

One of the first conditions of
happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken


Leo Tolstoy

Somewhere there - I should rather than anything have

somewhere there
it was where water poured
out of the pipes
and those swallows - lots of them -
they lived fast
early summer

as e.e. says:
"the air in utterable coolness"
that rain again
a different blue...and
a slow float...that fence
seemed impossible
but not really

but water poured out of the pipes
like before
that kiss - was good that time
love takes time he said

maybe somewhere there -- ( I should rather than anything have as e.e. says...) like the cement, the rubble and the water that poured out of the pipes

paper collage and acrylic, gouache - 12" x 11"-kdjacobs

I Have Found What You Are Like

i have found what you are like
the rain,
            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss

e.e. cummings

this morning, Northampton -- near arcadia - 10:30am (oil on arches archival paper 9 1/2" x 13" )

new hawk today
two white stripes
red belly

cold at first then very hot today

painting with e.b.

Those buildings again - a memory - broken

deconstruction in process:

rain - it started - stopped - 
still so wet from before - 
I remember pink - (not blue this time)
but red - like in hot and emotional

red was there - signs 
he said - 'roman ruins'
i said 'ruined'
hot like animals he said
hot and sensuous

memory recall 
cupidity gone green
like being 13 he said
in the monomania landscape

those building....i 
remember...now...
departing irrevocable,
like before
when it was the sea

Untitled IV,V,VI - paper

thinking of Francesca Woodman today - Italy, her passion, her understanding - compositional structure

deepness
no rest
Francesca knew
no stop
on being
intense
sensuous
ongoing
structure beauty
continual

push and repeat

The "tree spit" that helps form the Oxbow - Ct River - September gray early morning 2015

5" x 9" - oil / panel - kdj

This morning, towards Oxbow - 9/11/15

oil/panel - 12" x 12"
not a memory - living now
september colors
there were many cedar waxwings, a blue heron, hawk - big one that caught a smaller bird and lots of water from the rain before...sitting
in puddles...painting with EB

rearrangement of things that relate to the space between things....

near the oxbow - late summer studies of shape, form

oil on paper...arches ---- early morning - September light...cool morning but hot fast.

trees within the Oxbow tributary

a formation of trees- pines I think that create a ship like shape above the other trees...like a monument
the sky was changing too fast...not constable clouds today

another red in process......oil on linen...ongoing ---

More reds - but with some blocks of green and orange - a memory - oil/panel 10" x 10"

untitled I, II, III, IV - paper

Space - Form : paper - paint

landscape deconstructed

reconstructing the landscape

Muslin, linen, cotton scraps, paint - sewn

One more red -- aka: "that heated day in the landscape - a reconstruction of nothingness"

"Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than the sun, more last than a star..." ee.cummings

more reds - not memories ( a continuation of the pipe dream) - the heart is now

( I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands the
voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

ee. cummings

The Reds - (not memories)

(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose       e.e. cummings