Well but of course and then the Tulips Died
And then they became ghosts of their former selves
Leaving nothing but petals
Author: L.E. Hansen
Art Doll
The one and only art doll project. I can’t believe I ever started this. An all-consuming passion for about 15 minutes.
She had a name once, Long Ago and Far Away
For An Erasure
It was in the days when we walked those many blocks downtown and then across the bridge to the beaches of sand that marked the river as much as the current. In those days we did not count the blocks but walked them and so they were not many, or long, but the way to the river. And the Bridge was huge and colorless and arched itself backwards like a gymnast on the mat to span the river and boats and boathouses and beaches themselves and we did not count those steps or the stairs that went down, made of iron rails with open spaces that leapt up, until we reached the ground at the bottom and walked our heated and sweating bodies until our feet could wriggle themselves into the mud that was washed by the river. Cool and fine and timeless. Because we did not count the blocks or the steps and thought that our houses and the downtown and the river were one thing.
Erasure:
Many blocks downtown
many beaches of sand
the way to the river.
The bridge colorless and arched
made of iron with open spaces
until feet wriggle themselves into the mud
washed by the river.
Melting Tulip
Melting Tulip
So the melting tulip just withers and crawls into itself. Sad really. But and then, I’m not quitting. I’ll get a different flower(s) and will experiment that way. A fuller flower, with lots of pedals around it. Please note: No flower beds have been abused or destroyed in the making of these photos.
Frozen Tulip in March
- Frozen Tulip
- I froze the tulip to see what it would look like. It looks the same. So this is the photo of a failed photo. Although it is melting now, so maybe there will be melting water drops to capture.
