Creativity – Page 2

Figure Running

The paper on which the abstract markings were made had some transparency. Then the several pages were chopped randomly and the cuttings assembled and reassembled until they began to evoke a recognizable image, in this instance a male upper torso from behind and to one side. Once a figure had, with my selective choices, more or less created itself, the segments were, one by one, pasted into place on a stiff cardboard; you can actually see and count the individual pieces, and detect the overlaps. The original is about twice up in size to what is viewed here.

A second stage was to photograph and enter it into the computer darkroom and apply colouration. This revealed some gorgeous tones in which the pasted over markings came through as of the opposite part of the colour wheel. The end result is a gorgeous, original, creative piece.

Fillière © Mar 8 2019

March 8, 2019March 8, 2019 by fillière Categories: Beauty, Being, Creativity, Dream, Poetry, Self, The Searching EyeTags: Abstraction, Art, Co-operation, Creativity, One-of-a-kind, Originality, Participation, Visual Arts Leave a comment

Winter Figure

Winter Figure

Draw. Erase.

Draw a symbol of renewal

: crocus, baseball, robin. No. Rub it out

: too romantic, too sentimental, and much too soon.

Draft instead the black-plumed preacher

in the back woods—be-sooted raven, riled fundamentalist,

that besotted Cassandra high in the black back woods,

who frets over winter’s excesses and counts/curses/condemns

every person, dog, cat that comes and goes below it

on the road to hell in a freeze-dried world.

Sketch cats agoraphobic that slink/crouch/slide

with flattened ears from barn to bush to shed

, schizoid from nightmares of being fed

to a fanged and hackled open space.

Draw euphoric people multi-hued and mechanoid.

Scatter them helter-skelter on wheels/tracks/skis,

ecstatic hearts pacing the harangue of oriental pistons.

Trace the stubble and tattered stems of Queen Anne’s Lace

where it decays and smudges the drifts of the paper white back lot slope

: charcoal remnants / trace reminders of seasons long erased.

March 3, 2019March 3, 2019 by fillière Categories: Beauty, Being, Creativity, Poetry, WritingTags: Being, Consciousness, Creativity, Experience, Feeling, Image, Memory, Mind Etch, Poetry, Seasonal, Writing Leave a comment

Figure with Towel

A workman comes into his kitchen, washes his hands, and wipes them with a towel.

This is splendour of the very plain and simple; nothing heroic, nothing histrionic; no life and death dramatics; no hallelujah chorus; just an aria on the ordinary. No other content necessary. For there is an energy in the jacket folds and those of the towel, and in the lines of the pen that searches them out. The mind clicks and fixes the image into place.