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She Grew Along

March 26, 2018

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On The Making Of

It began with a house, one that stuck to me while driving the Shoreline Highway in California on a road-trip with my daughter. This other-worldly house stood abandoned on the side of the road, white clapboard, windows boarded up, a spiritual lighthouse along a mossy, leafy, raindrop-strewn road. I felt something when I drove by, a longing, a beckoning. The house felt haunted almost, but not in a malevolent way. It was a beacon of the restless spirit, a siren call from the collective unconscious. The image stuck with me, and I often thought of that house over the years that followed. Recently, I had the opportunity to amble along its patch of road again. I paused to say “hello” and take a photo. The house stood just as stately and enduring and beautiful as before. It inspired me. It spoke to me. Perhaps because I too had become solitary, an abandoned building of sorts, a mother with two children recently grown and flown, a woman entering a new stage of life, one more weathered, but no less savored, a time for cultivating lurking fascinations.

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House Along Shoreline Highway

Once back at home, I began to play with the image on Photoshop. I added a field of wildflowers emerging from the windows, door, and roof, and trees reflected in a lake behind the fence. I titled this digital image “Wild Abandon.”

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Wild Abandon: Digital Artwork

From here, I printed several versions of the revised image and used them as background for the collage which I overlaid with paint, papers, and tree bark. Once I was satisfied, I added the poem. I began with a sentence, “In her solitude, she grew along the edge of her dreams like a vine and waltzed with the wild things.” I printed several versions of the sentence in different fonts and then, cut them up to compose the poem, using starts and stops and repetition to give the words a sense of breathless wonder as the poet runs into the wildness of the universe within.

She Grew Along

waltzed with the wild things, In her solitude
in her solitude, solitude,
she grew along the edge of her dreams
she grew along        she grew along the edge of her dreams
the edge of her dreams like a vine and waltzed with the wild things, In her
waltzed with the wild things
In her solitude
she grew along
dreams like a vine and
waltzed with the wild
with the wild things. In her solitude, she grew along the edge of her dreams like a vine and
waltzed with the wild things,
like a vine
she grew along the edge.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. jkeeseyuclaedu permalink
    March 27, 2018 6:38 pm

    Yesterday I said it was very nice and that I wanted to see the original collage someday. Today I am commenting on my WordPress account and beginning to wonder what this is all about? What is poARTetry and is it hard to pronounce? What is WordPress and will I be characterized by Cambridge Analytical as “a super-aesthetical je-ne-sais-quoi” old man? (The quotes are from Gilbert & Sullivan’s “Patience”. Oh well, whatever.

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