No. 561 Aquatint

Where are we going?
Does it matter?
Will you just shut your eyes..
Jab a destination …On the map…
We have the weekend…
To Dilly Dally around…

Oh no! It’s called Ely…
In the far left corner…
Of the Minnesota map…
O.K. Let’s go for it!

Wait! I need my knitting…
I need snacks too…Comic books..
Sure why not?
Stories on CD’s?
Don’t forget the binoculars…
A tent or can we stay in a hotel?
We probably should call first…
Grand Lodge in Ely…
Is waiting for us to arrive on their front door steps…
Everyone set?
You know …This is our first road trip for this summer…
Got that right…Let’s go!
FYI this image is an etching . Using the aquatint techniques. You basically etch the image on a copper plate backwards. Each tonal color is created with layers of rosin, heat and a bath in ferric acid. This image took 10 months to make and has probably 30 layers of aquatint on it..It’s called a labor of love…for a reason. The title of this print is “Road Trip”.

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No. 301 Affinity

When I go to my bank…
Appropriately called…
Affinity Credit Union…
I’m always hopeful
That someday …
I will open up my account…
And find a huge stash…
Of forgotten money…
That no one seems to want…
It will be my moral moment…
Will I point it out to the cashier?
Or act stupid and naïve?
I’m unsure what my….
reaction will be…
So far…
It hasn’t happened yet…

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No. 114 Murder for coffee…?

The exact quote is ” Do you know…I could murder a cup of coffee.” The quote comes from the LoveJoy series.

What a strange way to say “I desperately need a cup of coffee.”…Anyone that says they are going to murder a cup of coffee shouldn’t be drinking it. They should be banned from all coffee shops world wide and be allotted to say soy milk-straight-unsweetened. Period. I know the man is trying to look suave and debonair …leaning against his Porche…like a movie star. Even the way he is holding his body…it’s like he’s saying”please take the picture from this side of my face..it’s my best side.” So I looked up what it meant. The examples given will give you a good idea. 1) Digging out that tree in the backyard yesterday was murder to my back. 2) Walking up 6042 steps to the top of the tower was murder to my knees.  3) I’m starving…I could murder a curry.  Makes sense right? Still I feel like an injustice is taking place when it pertains to my beloved  coffee. .

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No. 560 Artic Fox

I know you are there…
I can see the imprint of your paw…
You and the snow seem to be …
Melding quite nicely…
Almost like a mirage…
One moment there …
The next just a memory….
With snow instead of sand…
Someone might think …
You are a stuffed white dog…
Left outside accidentally…
Until they hear your growl…
Distinctly an Arctic Fox…
Warning…

No. 559 Archive

The word….Archive…
Is a dreaded word to me….
Being I am a printmaker…
You would think I would be organized…
Like my poems in this blog…
I at least have six flat drawers …
To store my prints in…
I know others that store …
Them in boxes under their beds…
So at least I’m a step in front of them…
A person in a museum …
Wears white gloves when handling the prints…
I only wear my fingers…
They have temperature regulated rooms..
I have a hot house…
I have a feeling most printmakers lax attitude…
Drives museum curators…crazy!

No. 558 Architect

The architect divined a way…
To create a house out of the owner’s words..
Fantastic….Ethereal…Light..Reflective and non-divisional…
Where there were once walls …
He had glass…
Instead of square…Rectangular..
He did round…Octagonal…
He thought of octopuses…The ocean…
Crystals were imbedded in the ceiling…
So the sun reflected …Movingly…
Later in life when reminiscing …
He felt this home stretched him…
Moved him…
Beyond the normal expectations…

No. 567 Archaeopteryx

If you walk into a bar…
And someone swaggers up to you…
Calls you an ancient bird…
Well…It might justify …
A slap in the face…
Or even something worse…
Like getting your head chewed off..
Then being carried away…
To a nest at the top of a tree…
To be feasted on for a snack…
An unglorified end ….
To someone that should of known…
Never to jest with someone you don’t know well…
An Archaeopteryx..
Is a perfect example….
A name that generates shock and fear…
To those who now know…
This bird is a mere…
150 million years old…
30 feet long and still growing…
Not someone to take for granted or disrespected…

Clearly not an old bird to be jested with…

No. 566 Archer Fish

It’s quite illegal in some societies…
To spit in somebody’s face…
Even if there is a fly on their forehead…
It’s viewed as vile….and disrespectful…
A person can be arrested if doing it…

But if you are a fish and not a person…
Spitting is a way to get your dinner…
A jet of water ..
Projecting out of water into thin air…
At a relatively high speed…
Seen through the reflection of water…
Angled In a particular way…
With such skill….
Why …It makes me think …
Archer fish…
Were named accurately!

No. 565 Arc

One time when I was in Paris…
I decided to go to the Louvre…
Like all good artists…Do….
But when I got there …
There were 3000 or more tourists …
Also waiting in line…
To get in the front door…
So I thought I’ll go see the …
Arc  de Triumph instead…
But before I could do it…
I followed a few tourists
Under an arch in a building …Up some stairs…And through a door…
Into another smaller museum…
Luckily for me the ticket machine was broken…
So I was let in free…I remember it was
Filled with great big stone carvings..
Went up this grand stairways…
Glanced to the left…
And saw to my amazement
That I had come into the Louvre …
From a back door…Free!
Ooh La …La…I was in heaven!
I was there for six hours…Never got to the fourth floor…
Where all the French Impressionists lived…
Because by the sixth hour …I was unfortunately…
Starved and half dead!

Someone once asked me why I didn’t eat in the restaurant…
I didn’t think I could afford it…I said….
It was filled with fur coats… She instantly understood.

No. 564 Arbor

My sister Elaine got married…
Under an arbor like this one…
The flowers above oozed with sweet scents…
It was an arbor that we all dream of…
She and her new husband…
Were quite happy with …
How the pictures turned out…

I have an arbor in my garden…
Near the stairs as you enter the place..
A cherry tree to the right…
And a pickled pear to the left…
Each year I trim the pear down to it’s stump…
Trying valiantly to kill it…
But Nope…it’s a survivalist..It wants to live!
Strangely enough …
Each year I buy new traveling vining plant…
To try to cover the ugly green arbor underneath it….
I envision each Spring to awaken to flowers galore…But…
They seem to always succumb to our cold weather…
In the Spring …Weeping…I again replace them..
It’s funny…How one plant won’t die…and the other …
Just can’t make it…
Like I want it to.

No. 563 Arachne

Arachne was a beautiful young weaver…
Who thought highly of herself…
And her weaving skills…
One day she said the words aloud…
Boasting that she was as good …
As Goddess Athena at weaving…
She stupidly challenged  her verbally…
The Goddess of wisdom, crafts, and warfare…
To a weaving contest…
And she was the best….For she beat Athena…
Hands down…
Athena went into an intense rage…
Tapped Arachne on her head three times…
Terrified and ashamed..
Arachne hung herself.
You think that would be the end of it… Right?
No….Athena avenged herself further by …
Shredding the winning tapestry…
While changing the now dead Arachne…
And all her upcoming generations into spiders…
From now on…and on…and on…and forever.

So the antidote of this story is…
Never appear to boastful about your achievements…
For you might in the end regret it…..

No. 562 Aquiver

My heart began to aquiver..
With excitement…
When our eyes met..
After you entered the front door…

It began to beat irregularly…
A small treble of laughter …
Began to vibrate in me…
All the premeeting tension …
In my shoulders started to evaporate..

I found I could breathe again.

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