Saturday, August 05, 2006
the bird has no song so it holds out its wings, aged and tattered primaries.
the multicolored refracted rainbow has left its barbs.
black is now black.
the color of starless midnight, not the shimmering seven mystics of transparent rainbows nor the pretty of the ugliness of the surface of an oil slick.
gloss and shine given to a dusty pallor, the texture of coal in an abandoned shaft.
the bird has lost its voice, replaced it with gestures.
the movements of a crippled crab.
the shuffling of a wounded sidewinder.
he sits and watches the once glorious creature, stealer of flame, bringer of light now at the end of its short reign.
he sits and watches unblinking, dry eyed, afraid to lose the images.
he sits until the predawn dew replaces the moisture abandoned by his tears.
*this was a sketch of someone i spied sitting on the train. he had this intent but aloof gaze as the train moved. i made a quick sketch of him and then added watercolor while waiting for a friend at a café afterwards. later that evening on the return home, he was on the same train. he saw me playing with my tarot cards and asked if i would do a reading. i declined but he pulled out a deck of regular cards of his own from his pocket and started an impromptu reading on me as we chatted. it was an interesting conversation but what was stranger was he was reading things correctly that he never could have guessed so i showed him the sketch i did. we continued to converse until we reached our stop. he gave me his email after i told him i was going to post the drawing. it was certainly a serendipitous encounter. there was more to the conversation but that is another story...