April 27, 2022 Weekly Musings
Posted on May 27 2022
Coming soon! Artist Muse 5 Online Exhibition
The work, Reflections of Allequash Creek by JH Arnold and poem, Reflections of Allequash Creek by JH Arnold will be displayed as part of the new gallery that Christine Alfery is opening called Christine's Gallery. Its first exhibition is called "Artist Muse 5." For this event, poets and artists teamed up to be each other's muses. There will be approximately 40 artist and poet pairs. It is a wonderful opportunity for Wisconsin Artists and Poets to share their works to the public on line - especially with all the art gallery closings since COVID.
-by JH Arnold
Reflect on Allequash creek down bellow
Temperatures struggle to reach zero as I stand on the bridge while photos I take
As Allequash Creek and its reflections wonder their way to Trout Lake
This winter scene that is mirrored on Allequash Creek
Bends and flows around and over rocks no form does it seek
The water of Allequash creek grows thick from the January cold
While reflections of blues and whites, browns and greens mix and fold
My nose gets cold my fingers grow numb
I disregard feelings of discomfort to see and photo this is why I have come
Light and shadow, rock and water, cold and sun, strong and weak
Gather at this moment to make reflections on Allequash Creek
Featured image: Flaming Flamingo
Be your best, be it a neutral-colored pigeon or a flaming flamingo. It makes no difference what color you are or how flamboyant you are. It doesn’t matter what exotic doodads you add to yourself. You are who you are because of your spirit. It makes no difference whether you are very social like Flamingos or if you like isolation like a pigeon. Flamingos and pigeons are all part of the “The Middle is not Gray” series.
Featured image: Two Cranes
Two Black Birds
Saturday Mornings Glory
Rainbows in the studio creating waves across the wall.
An owl hooting.
Blackbirds, two, against white remnants of snow.
Two cranes flew overhead.
Wings tawny dusted with black. Necks elegant, stretched out legs.
Powell Marsh is but a short distance away.
Glorious Saturday morning – the sun is shining.
Sky is blue. Glorious Saturday morning.
The Blackbird's Journey
Featured image: Journey of the Black Bird
I have 3, maybe more, black birds that visit my ground feeder. They are such beautiful birds, especially when the sunlight catches the shine on their bodies. The blacks become wonderful purples and blues, deep, deep purples and blues. When they fluff their feathers, their colors are even more glorious.
I generally have black birds at my feeders all year long. In the summer after I have watered the grass, they love looking for worms. And at the same time, their “caw caw” resounds in the early hours, serving as a wake up song for the start of a new day.
I love watching them negotiate their ways through the trees with their marvelous wing spans. They move cautiously from one branch to the next, grabbing a morsel to eat and quickly flying away, for I have a fox that loves my feeders also. They land on the nearest low branch and enjoy their lunch. They rarely come to the feeders early in the morning. It is usually mid-day when I see them in the woods looking for food.
According to legend folklore and mythology, the black bird signifies mystery and magic. The black bird frequently appears in the costumes of tribal cultures and is extremely captivating. Hence the title of this work. Their historical journey has been with us for 100’s of years. Their mysterious journeys have lived in our imaginings for just as long.
The Order of Things
Featured image: Scarlet Tanager
Taxonomies, classification, order. It may not seem that these words belong to art, but really, they do. Artists and art historians have for years been changing the orders, the recipes, rules, classifications and taxonomies of art and art histories. The changes from the art movement Impressionism to abstract is but one example.
Like scientists, artists have been creating hybrids and crossbreeding works. I, for example, mix all different kinds of water-based media in my work. I don’t t just stick to one kind of water based media in any of my works, which is why I call my work water based media rather than watercolors.
But if you order art or anything for that matter, you give the impression that there is an end to things. A bird is always classified as a bird. That never changes. But as I look at my bird feeders and my artwork, I see the variations of finches. I know they have no idea how they are classified, labeled or ordered and that some of them are mix and matched, just like I do with my water-based medias.
There is that ever slight variation of red heads, red breasts and beaks. But science is persistent and labels these variations. The question is whether that box is always closed and representing an ending or does that box remain open and constantly change?
Because they change and become the “other” to what is identified, change represents paradoxes, the “other” side to popular labeling.
I have said this before, but I like repeating it, things never end they just change.Change happens because there is always “the other” to everything.