I am officially declaring myself a participant. Initially I would say a goal of weekly. This is kind of how I approach using the fabrics and papers I have-look at the mix and see what will come forth. This time however it is not material I have provided to stir around!
Week Three: A Version in Progress
An Epitaph
She was unforgiving
being parched for love herself
now she will not suffer
in the jar upon our shelf.
Sinister evening air wafts in from the industrial farms that are threateningly close, colluding. Orchards, devoid of life other than the twisted fruit trees augmented by fertilizers and over watering, ring my encampment polluting my air, water and my earth.
My garden benefits from their pesticides, whether I want them or not.
Ignorant famers, truculent to the last, call for preservation of America for the youth in debt-ceiling debates but ignore America’s dangling doom as it slides into disastrous defeat to the sludge, burning and sickness of their redundant farming practices.
first try at focus gen…
Roadway: Famous Swell: Rhythmic Composition
a haiku
wind rain stimulates
dependent on systems
and we thought it wild
Week two – a version in process
Slice – Estimate – Guilty
Week one – a version in process
Screwdriver – Various – Forego
First Submission
This week I’m going to make a piece with reclaimed materials. It will contain elements sentence, vanish, obscene. It’s going to be fun. I’ll see ya next Monday!
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Several Mondays Later…
Using the Commons at Flickr, I’ve reclaimed some of these long unused images from the following elements.
Sentence: http://www.flickr.com/photos/twm_news/5287341311/sizes/o/in/photostream/
Vanish: http://www.flickr.com/photos/smithsonian/2838786563/
weekly collage
Still working out the rules – – oh, I meant to say parameters 😉
(collage, dictionary, item(s), scanner?, 7×7? grid, book? , hmmmm.)
Grayscale
At dawn
she tried again
to breathe life into
her pale wrinkled memory.
Tie
Spill, Timid, Responsible ~ Poetry
Timidly tip-toes towards the table
Reaches up above his head
Grasps the glass and pulls it towads the edge
Until it tips
And splashing milk has splattered on the floor
Bright red face
Wide open eyes
Wonders who will know who is
Responsible
For the spill
Cultivator, Rightful, Service, Several Patterns
park, spicey, scream
the park
is spicy
and cheerful
at home
there is no difference
between a scream and a laugh
ice and flame.