Painting Nature

Gold paint was left unopened beneath the microwave

Butter knife around the edges to release the magic

What shall I paint?

To My dismay the purple roses I planted for my grandmother

have turned pink

do they no longer honor her

Will they bloom again this spring?

Passed the roses are dandelions

passed the dandelions are dead leaves

left over from fall.

I tip the bucket and drizzle them gold again

golden leaves in the spring

discarded hedges

the ones off to the side where no one is supposed to look

I painted them.

And they glistened in this hidden place

dead leaves

discarded hedges

an exchange for boredom

 

-Saschia Johnson

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This piece was inspired by Sculpture Grounds located in Old Lyme Connecticut.

 

Forest Baby

Branches slap her skin

She runs through the place

Like it’s her own

She’s lost but she just keeps going

Webs tickle her nose

And a thousand baby spiders crawl under her clothes

She’s a forest baby This is her home

-Saschia Johnson

 

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Been working on editing my collection of poetry and figuring out the best way to promote and sell it. Very exciting and very stressful. Definitely learning a lot. yay!

 

Love Song

 

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I admire his persistence

and oh, how his howling soothes

like the thumping inside her womb

those vibrating drums birthed from her mouth

I admire his persistence

how her beats stretch across his howl

The night twinkles

bare, bare, bare, with dull blood

Dance in her womb, crawl on your knees, eyes shut

A mighty hand guides you to the unknown

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

The Neighbors Cat

It’s a calico

and stalks our yard

with spiritual confidence

Sometimes I lift the curtain

to get a better view

It freezes

we eye each other

And it’s quite entertaining

Especially when I should be writing

When it tires of our connection

It disappears behind the bush that divides us.

Tomorrow we may do the same thing

I’m not always looking for it

and it’s not always looking for me

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

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Jade- Asian Art

In Asian art, jade is considered to be the most powerful and mystical material. Particularly in China, jade is associated with imperial authority, heaven and immortality. The Chinese have a saying: ‘One can put a price on gold, but Jade is priceless.’ Some of the finest pieces of jade out price diamonds and are desired all over the world.

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From https://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/02.18.684/

 

Sources

Book “The Arts Of Asia Materials Techniques Styles,” Meher McArthur

Website http://www.suiseki.com/collecting/photos2.html

Website https://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/02.18.684/

Odilon Redon

“The sense of mystery is a matter of being all the time amid the equivocal, in double and triple aspects, and hints of aspects (images within images), forms which are coming to birth, or which will come to birth according to the state of mind of the observer.”

-Odilon Redon, Notes to Himself

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Odilon Redon The Grinning Spider 1881 via Galleryintell.com 

The place we go to find ourselves is often the place we fear the most. We procrastinate and put that place where we dwell on hold for when life gets easier and when things feel more comfortable. The only thing is we as humans hide pieces ourselves in the most uncomfortable places.