Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2010

A Sentimental Valentine

A Sentimental Valentine
Encaustic /Collage
16" x 20"
320.00

This piece is layered with antique photographs, love letter, peacock quill, pearls, pocket watch and silver boxes. The Valentine says; When you find this heart from me I hope you'll very happy be, and if you are twill mean that you will be my Valentine so true From Isabelle with a pink kiss.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Tuesdays Inspiration - FEET


Your Feet
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
of your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Enigmas for my 500th post.

Enigmas
I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star and in my net during the night I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind. Pablo Neruda
by
Judy Vars
Encaustic Wax
12 X 12

Monday, May 18, 2009

Whos The First Place Winner of the Raven Show? Me Thats Who

First Place- Judy Vars "How the Raven Steals the Light"...Second Place- Amber Johnson "Abstract Raven" and Third Place and also People's Choice - Dena Tanquay "Kutqli, A Raven Reborn"
How the Raven Steals the Light
by
Judy Vars


In the beginning the world was in darkness. The raven who had existed from the beginning was tired of groping about and bumping into things.
The raven knew of an old man who lived with his granddaughter. He had a great treasure, a box that concealed all the light in the universe. The raven vowed to steal the light. Raven changed himself into a pine needle and dropped himself into the river just as the girl was dipping water from the river. The raven slithered down her warm belly and grew into an odd looking human baby.

Despite his odd appearance grandfather loved him anyway But the old man promised dire punishment if raven baby ever touched the precious treasure box. Nonetheless the raven child begged and begged to be allowed to hold the light just a moment. In time the old man yielded, and lifted from the box a warm golden sphere, which he threw to his grandson.

As the light was moving toward him the human child transformed himself back into his raven self with his beak open in anticipation. As the beautiful ball of light reached him raven captured it in his beak. Moving powerful wings, raven burst through the smoke hole in the roof of the house, and escaped into the darkness with his stolen treasure

And that is how light came into the universe

Friday, May 01, 2009

How the Raven Steals the LIght

by
Judy Vars


In the beginning the world was in darkness. The raven who had existed from the beginning was tired of groping about and bumping into things.
The raven knew of an old man who lived with his granddaughter. He had a great treasure, a box that concealed all the light in the universe. The raven vowed to steal the light. Raven changed himself into a pine needle and dropped himself into the river just as the girl was dipping water from the river. The raven slithered down her warm belly and grew into an odd looking human baby.

Despite his odd appearance grandfather loved him anyway But the old man promised dire punishment if raven baby ever touched the precious treasure box. Nonetheless the raven child begged and begged to be allowed to hold the light just a moment. In time the old man yielded, and lifted from the box a warm golden sphere, which he threw to his grandson.

As the light was moving toward him the human child transformed himself back into his raven self with his beak open in anticipation. As the beautiful ball of light reached him raven captured it in his beak. Moving powerful wings, raven burst through the smoke hole in the roof of the house, and escaped into the darkness with his stolen treasure

And that is how light came into the universe

Sunday, May 11, 2008

M-O-T-H-E-R

"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.

Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Black Box Project #2 The Poetry Box




P.S. I created a beautiful poetry box for my "Black Box Project" I used these words

I walked around as you do,investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night,
I woke up naked,
the only thing caught,
a fish trapped inside the wind.
Pablo Neruda