The sky is canvas to the setting sun
Bold strokes, color,
Form freed of images
Abstract expression
(The sun taught Motherwell to paint)
Wanting certainty
We shun abstraction
Create images in stars, clouds, sky
Young men streaming manes of stars,
Angels of nature, or
White mules and a column of smoke
What do you see?
A home in darkness?
Under threatening skies?
Elegy to another day’s end.
Or the peace of evening.
Time for rest.
The silver edging harbinger of
The breath of a new dawn
Reconciliation.
Please go see Motherwell’s Reconciliation Elegy here:
Reconciliation Elegy
Misty Ridge Musings 
This piece is very fine. Will savor this again and again.
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Thank you. Ed. I love the word “savor.”
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Wow, this is great! Fantastic!
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🙂
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Oh Nadia…you’ve captured something that can’t really be described except in questions and awe!
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You’re so generous, Jana. I feel a little like I caught a wild animal by the tail and haven’t quite tamed it. (Though I don’t know why we strive to tame wildness.)
By the way, could you tell me, do you pronounce your name with a “j” or a “y”. It bothers me that I don’t know.
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Taming wildness? ….it’s more that you are fearlessly riding the dragon’s tail! Or flying with angels…
My name is Czechoslovakian and pronounced with a soft J….sounds like Yana.
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How nice! Dragon is my … muse, I guess. My spirit animal, maybe.
What a wonderful heritage, Jana.
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Looking back over your work it occurs to me that all this would make a stunning book. Text on one page, image on facing page. Of course the reproductions would have to be of stellar quality to capture the beauty of your imagery.
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I wonder which ones you would pick to collect into one book, Ed.
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This is amazing, I mean your creation and inspiration! In many ways hit me, Thank you dear Nadia, love, nia
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I am always happy to know something I do touches you.
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Beautiful image and words. Indeed a Rorchach of nature. “Wanting certainty we shun abstraction”, lots of food for thought there!
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That line is a poem in itself.
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Maybe there is a haiku somewhere in there??
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I think not directly in that line (too abstract for a traditional haiku), but it could inspire many. All you need is to add the images!
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I so want to write a “real” haiku–elegant and deep. Do you have a favorite, Robert?
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I have quite a few. I’ll gather some and send them to you after the 1st. I’m in the final push of the 30/30, but will have time to assemble a sampling then.
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Thank you, Fritz! I have always been fascinated by our drive to derive patterns and make images out of everything we see. The constellations, I think, are one of the most extreme examples. It makes me wonder what it is about pure abstraction that makes us run from it.
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Yes, it is as if, when we do not have a representational/cultural framework to hold on to, we feel unsafe – “out over 10,000 fathoms of water”. Perhaps pure abstraction brings us closer to come primal simplicity that we are estranged from?
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Form freed of images reminds me of the heart suttra. I love the photo and your words matches it well!
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