Sunday, April 18, 2021

A Baker’s Dozen: Collages

A few collages. I’m not sure why I love this method of art so much, but I do. 

Once by the Sea (found and torn papers, acrylic paint, markers, pen, acrylic medium)
Early Winter (found and torn papers, watercolor, photographs, acrylic medium)

Dust of Snow (pan pastels, photographs, pencil, watercolor, paper) 

Sisters (handwritten journal, Stabilo pencil, acrylic paint, gesso, found and torn papers, markers, acrylic medium)

#19 (found and torn papers, gesso, acrylic paints, handwritten note, acrylic medium)

Winter Dusk (found and torn papers, acrylics, gesso, watercolor, photographs, acrylic medium)

Let Her Paint (found and torn papers, crossword page, Tombow Markers, gesso, watercolor, photographs, acrylic medium)

And Full of Sleep (found and torn papers, watercolor, acrylic, gesso, photographs, acrylic medium)

A Thousand Years of Dreaming (found and torn papers, watercolor, acrylics, gesso, photographs, acrylic medium)

Dreaming of Kurt Schwitters (found and torn papers, newspaper, acrylic, gesso, acrylic medium)

Notes Made Late Afternoon (found and torn papers, watercolor, pen, pencil, photographs, acrylic medium)

The Alphabet is No Language (found and torn papers, watercolor, acrylic, type, photographs, acrylic medium)

Christmas in Harlem (acrylic paints, roller, gesso, Photographs, acrylic medium)

#PoetryBreak: Farolitos

Contemplative (M.A. Reilly)


  - by Arthur Sze

    (from The New Yorker)

We pour sand into brown lunch bags, then place
            a votive candle

inside each; at night, lined along the driveway,
            the flickering lights

form a spirit way, but what spirit? what way?
            We sight the flames

and, swaying within, know the future's fathomless;
            we grieve, yearn, joy,

pinpoints in a greater darkness, and spy sunlight
            brighter craters

on a half-lit moon; in this life, you may try, try
            to light a match, fail,

fail again and again; yet, letting go, you strike
            a tip one more time

when it burst into flame--        now the flames
            are lights in bags again,

and we glimpse the willow tips clutch at a lunar
            promise of spring.

Saturday, April 17, 2021

Newark in Bloom

This past week I made a few images in Branch Brook Park of the cherry blossoms.  Below are some.

Blossom 2 (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Blossom 3 (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Cathedral (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Lake (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Grove (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Reflection in Lake (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Blossom (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Dangling (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Blossoms 2 (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Cherry Blossom Trees (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Sunlight (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Water Drop (4.21, Newark, NJ)

The Photographer (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Out Walking (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Blossoms on Branch (4.21, Newark, NJ)

Sunday, April 11, 2021

Poetry Break: Spring Storm by William Carlos Williams

Spring Thaw (M.A. Reilly, Ringwood, NJ)

Spring Storm

     - by William Carlos Williams

The sky has given over

its bitterness.

Out of the dark change

all day long

rain falls and falls

as if it would never end.

Still the snow keeps

its hold on the ground.

But water, water

from a thousand runnels!

It collects swiftly,

dappled with black

cuts a way for itself

through green ice in the gutters.

Drop after drop it falls

from the withered grass-stems

of the overhanging embankment.

Painting Creates Focused Energy

Making art helps me to keenly focus. Whether it is with a camera, a paintbrush, pencils, or digitally—I get lost in the work for hours. I need this. Here are a few recent works and some re”found” work. 

“Sisters” (gesso, acrylic, crayon, found papers, Stabilo pencils, white marker, 2021)

“Old Man” (acrylic paint, digital manipulation)

Untitled (watercolor, Stabilo pencil, found papers, crossword puzzle, tissue, digital manipulation, 2021)

Two pages in journal ( gesso, acrylic paint, 2021)

untitled (gesso, acrylic paste, Stabilo pencil)

“Dreaming of Kurt Schwitters” (collage, torn paper, acrylic, newspaper, found papers, digital manipulation) 

“Unmoored” (watercolor, marker, acrylic

Saturday, April 10, 2021

Poetry Break: Spring and All

Woods (M.A.Reilly)

Spring and All 

   -by William Carlos Williams 


By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees

All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines—

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches—

They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind—

Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
One by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

But now the stark dignity of
entrance—Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted, they
grip down and begin to awaken

Care: Notes from the Pandemic

Aftermath (Paterson,NJ)

One small truth emerged these last 13 months  - art reminds me of how we are human, how we are in one another's care.  In the aftermath, what seems to matter is how we cared for one another during the crisis, the challenge, the sorrow, the stress. 

What truth, idea, thought has emerged for you? What joy, if any, emerged?