Close the Language Door

A friend shared this poem with me, and I wanted to make something with it. It’s not quite an insomnia haiku, it’s just lovely. For me, it speaks to intuition and desire.

I’ve had this silver plated box for a while, and thought this was the perfect container. I wrote the poem on a sliver of black Tyvek, which lives in the room, while the moon look on…

Small silver plated box
Silver box half open, showing diorama inside

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!

At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window

The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.

~Rumi

from: https://allspirit.co.uk/close-the-language-door/

HMS GINA

When I visited San Fransisco last fall, I met this wonderful old gal. Her name is Gina, and she’s since gone over the rainbow bridge. It was lovely to get to know her a bit while staying with her parents.

Gina the dog

I made this diorama for Gina’s folks. They told me that raccoons come into the house at night through the dog panel in their door. I was so envious!

Front view of diorama
Left view of diorama
Right view of diorama
Top view of diorama
WIP view.

A Walk in the Dark

A diorama in a Trader Joe’s green tea mints box.

2.25″ x 2.25″ x .75″

Cut Paper Diorama in 2" box, A skeleton and dog walking
A skeleton man and dog walking in a graveyard.

Pestilence Rides Out

Pestilence the horseman over Baltimore
Diorama on its side
Dumb Dumb

This is a 10″x 10″ cut paper diorama.

These are such strange days, and I hope this passes soon. I hope you and yours stay safe and healthy. I hope we all survive Pestilence.

Don’t Drink Bleach

I was as stunned as you were to hear Mr. Trump speak about his theories regarding UV light, and disinfectants. If he was smart, he’d leave the Weird Science to the professionals. But, that’s the problem, isn’t it? You can’t make this stuff up!

Donald Trump drinking bleach.