thoughts...

Thoughts
In a meadow morning
Night
The
Colors
Of
Songs
Red & black & gold
- -
Gershwin songs

great miles davis (1926-1991) pencil...

of fresco cafe in Paint...

landscape...

The wells are full today
Good rain
Tomorrow?
Take away this cry
These teardrops
Stars & ways
There are cottages mauve pink peacock blue on the hill
&
Good rain
On
Piano Street
&
The
Sea
Is grey green chartreuse
&
Friday's song
Is always sung by Lilith at the Fresco Cafe

my french crayon version of jack kerouac's lost painting, 'lilith'...

kerouac's paints...

Kerouac's paints
Lilith
Red curls
Her face the color of stucco
Red eyes
Red cheeks
Red lips
- -
I see the Buddha
I think
- -
Kerouac's paints


Inspired by departed angels Jack Kerouac the lost paintings text by Ed Adler. Adler writes when Kerouac made his picture of Lilith, it may have been a "depiction of the first mythic women's rights activist" (p. 233).

a picture at the beach...

The beach is quiet last night
The storm sat at the table
Sea
&
Toast
Coffee & pen
A lamp lit
Music
&
The smell of green apples
The storm sat at the table
- -
Quietly
Last night

who lives by the sea...

9 for the sea...

A beach -
Collecting glimmers
& smells

I'll always
in the beds of green waves -
Sing

Open blinds -
Gauzy orange winter on the morning
& my sea on the window

Sketchbooks scattered at the shore -
Crayons & colors
in
our
hearts

Drinking the sea
drinking the lee -
Drinking the night

9 for the sea -
A lobby of willows & wanderers

Unkind the sea's turmoil -
But a breath
is
its
Sun
&
its
Moon

Paint the edge a poet says -
It is where to sail
& to soar

Writing a flower a page -
Dogs
& daffodils
live
by
the
sea

riverbank...

The time and river gone by
a
bank
of
Heart
and
Heart
- -
Hafiz

and Spirit
- -
The Duet

chuck fairbanks head coach new england patriots 1973-1978 old ink sketch...

wind...

The jazz horns & the flutes

&

the violins

wrest from the sea

the moon there

& the wind

the Mulberry, the Bebop & the Picasso trees

oh, Spirit,

& the green waves

there

in

the

grass

&

in

the

sea

there, Spirit,

is this winter flower the wind

into the floats of your hair

where the poetry

is

matisse woman in Paint...

supper with a muse...

Supper with a Muse
Two books
On
The
Shelf
Streams & seas
Ponds
Paintings in orange in the morning
Friend
&
Supper table
Song
&
Cello
Conversation onto dusk
&
The lamps
&
The stars
Are
Low
Now

some lines from the piano room...

A poinsettia reach
Ducks all around
E flat
A wing of sunlight on the hearth
From through the window
From the river
- -
Misshapen glass in the trees
Green sills
Bands of blue

preview...

Flying & breathing breaths of silk flags
Like
Washed
In
Flowers
In faire hearts dancing & laughing

fishermen lost...

Fishermen lost
Sleep at Horizon's Edge
Waves
&
Whirls
Abruptly! a cold & balmy salt
Chop!
Bang!
Tear!
Slap slap - snap!
- -
Calm
- -
A
Tranquil
Bed

the bebop tree...

& bebop
&
The bebop tree
Branches have fell
&
Leaves
&
Fell
&
Bebop
A long time back
- -
Too
- -
&
Too

bebop pencil another dizzy...

a dancer on the ridge...

A dancer on the ridge
Of
The
Green blue
Meadow
Beneath a mountain
Beneath the moon
Near the sea
Near the wind when it was green
& everything was green & blue
- -
A long time back

usa shaun white pencil...

vancouver 2010...

Riffs sweets
&
Crashes

Snow fog
&
Ice

Halfpipes
&
Glory

&
Gold

&
Trumpets
&
Drums

a painting on a wall in a hotel...

Over the wheelhouse
Gold sky
Red paint
Seagulls
&
Saints
- -
On the Bosporus

another gaga pencil & crayon...

tuesday...

Full flown sails on the mirror steam sky -
Jazz
& breakfast on the Potomac

jazz monday...

Fizzled & crinkled in Washington, DC -
Jazz Monday
no snow

snow tomorrow...

Postcards
from Washington, DC -
Snow tomorrow

jean pencil ca. 1969...

in reply to the question what happens?...

Hafiz

happens,

Spirit,

in the silence of an apricot sunset

a white light moon in a black onyx sky

star

drops

rustled waves

and

the songs of larks

that's

what

happens!

Spirit

- -

Hafiz and the songs of larks

legendary baritone saxophone player gerry mulligan (1926-1996) pencil...

& pencil sketching is hard...

Where
Fishermen & baritone saxophone players
Gather under the Mulberry tree
& sit on
Flat granite chairs near the boat ramp
Near the bandstand
&
Read poetry & sing songs
&
'Here's to us and those like us damn few left'
Aloud
&
I am pencil sketching this; & pencil sketching is hard,
A hard thing to do

our town this morning photo by kimberly ashby...

at winter beach...

At Winter Beach
Waves
&
Snow stars
At
Night
&
Summer stars
Too
At Summer Beach
- -
Even this morning

pencil sketching is hard...

see what i mean...

calling the muse...

Spirit,

the Sun this morning

is

rolling in a tree branch

cold

and orange and pink

and

I

hear

Her

calling the Muse

the

Muse

of

Poetry

and the Moon

She

did the very same thing last night,

Spirit,

in the very same tree branch

and

cold

and orange and pink

too

- -

Spirit,

what

do you suppose?

audrey pencil for kimberly ashby's poem 'SaTurDaY MorNinG TeA, AuDreY & LinGeriE FriDaY'...

we should paint the moon i think...

Beetles,

we should paint the moon I think

what

do you think?

I have a tin of paints and crayons

with all of the colours

all

of

the

colours!

My favorite colour is peach

how

about you, Beetles?

Should we paint the moon peach?

things to do in iambic pentameter...

Audrey's hats
A doily
Beach glass colours
Green
Gold
&
Coffee
A jar
&
Treasures
&
K's red book
L
I
S
T
I
N
G
Things to do in iambic pentameter

dialogue...

Flowers
&
A sigh
Miles & benches that overlook the sea
Empty
Chairs
Dialogue
&
A breath
Dialogue
& the same Moon
- -
&
Aisles
Of
Things

playwright pencil...

the playwright...

Plays
Great phrases on the song
On the boards
Marks
&
Chalks
Violins & trumpets
Listen to the Willow Trees on Hammond Pond
Theirs a breath
Take their cue
Give the lines
After the playwright has written them

a dizzy spangled banner pencil...

'take my picture hollywood' for kimberly pencil...

the moon too - ...

The morning is frozen
the moon too -
The stars sleep

chet baker pencil...