"soft grey skies"

"good grey skies - 1"

On 23 February 2012 16:39, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

.'good grey skies',
a random title, not because it's relevant to this message, it isn't. only that it's one i like, (a 13) that has been wheeling round above my mind for some time in much the same way as did the three crows when i entered a field at the culmination of my hill walk field trip.
wheeling above my head they were, in anticlockwise spirals, cawing their alert alarm calls in the aforementioned 'primal' mode. and i wondered what it meant, if anything.

sounding a thankyou note - 2

On 6 March 2012 19:32, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

i was just in the library. arranged with noel to display a poster.~
reminded him to tell una, the bantry house piano cd she expressed a particular special interest in, is available.
'good grey skies', an artistic clue, became, 'soft grey skies', the title of virtually completed small painting. fine-tuning muted neutral earth tones till 5 a.m. nights in a row. tuned but for distant hint of crows and dated signature. living the inconspicuous esoteric muse. 'otherworldly', only to the 'worldly world'. infused through slow minimal sombre poetic chords and vocal soundings
during nocturnal tea breaks sucking on a fine brush point. phasing into songwords from the same mythical place.
before leaving the stoked hearth for the damp outdoors to collect the 'tracing ten summers' copyright package, a pencil stub scribed a first line;
"see how the clouds are sailing over"....
(with one blank beat before "see", a delayed cadence.) and anagramming a possible next line thread while shopping. the elusive art of avoiding literal predictables. (sometimes language
overly encumbers the self-sufficiency of sound.)
most music of the world is 'out there' going places and doing things, making rhetorical pronouncements and narrative standpoints. when it's the elusive invocation of poetics alone can meld with sound.
~~"see how the clouds are sailing over
as the evening shrouds to grey the day
sombre shades across the earth returning
scatters flocks of crows so far away"

~~~~~
modal. EADGAD.~ Em.-Am(2fingers)
the forever evocation of the elusive impossible. call it 'art'.
what a trip. what a seldom acknowledged luxury. participation engenders invisible enthusiastic content(ment).
'the world' is welcome to it's flash-bang-outward- impending-drama and sausage machine language. birds are more eloquent in entirety. they sing their own song. populous and perennially popular, permanently off the charts.
listened to latest lashes, yet return to tone and tune and colour accordingly, dispassionately enthemesis'ed. and embracing the hearth.
wishing of warmth. many modes.~~~~m.

maybe tomatoes don't agree with me like they did...............?
hope yours do for you.

picking up the thread - 2

On 9 March 2012 23:58, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

the most recent painting;
'soft grey skies'
(when i've put the crows in and signed it, that is.)
has to be the right moment for the crows or i
could blow it and have to mix the exact grey
tone to paint them out. there is a particular
exercise that zen landscape painters employ.
involves, arranging a number of painted ink-dots on paper in a natural and 'un-contrived' 'random' relationship. more subtle than it
sounds.
whatever you do will be contrived./
the core essence of 'zen',(which is Japanese
for meditation/hindu, or sanskrit, 'dhyana'),
is in this exercise. (being 'natural', on
purpose involves dualistic artifice, and so is
impossible. (for grown-ups anyway.)

so, my grey cloud song haha didn't go
anywhere. hard to sustain a drift isn't it. bob
dylan once said, "if you don't get all of it, you
don't get any of it." it's that 'be spontaneous
on purpose' thing again. what was it a friend just
said...? "knowing going...or knowing not
going"?....?
as you read, how are you....each....?
'each', that looks a bit irish...ish. i think that's
what the suffix 'each', means: 'ish'.
eireanneach............?
"i think therefore..." i better have some dinner.
i bet descartes must have said that. "i think
therefore i am hungry".
or am i really? it just thinks it should be.

artwork : soft grey skies, martin law, March 2012