Tuesday, February 22, 2011

For the Trees

This world I roam
this mad forest planted in my soul

each face carved upon a tree
seeks a palm other than my own.

Canvases 211, 212, 213, 214, 215
February 20, 2011

[click to enlarge]

Library Notes: Added two Peter Pauper Press books, the first of which I just brought home yesterday afternoon: Bittersweet Poems, by Heinrich Heine, and Chinese Fairy Tales, illustrated by Jeanyee Wong.


rosaria said...

Those lines are imprinted on those faces now, for me.

jasmin said...

William, diese Worte fallen wie Schneeflocken,
wie gut sie sind, wenn sie gut fallen …
die Zeichnungen das Bild, eine gute und schöne Arbeit,
viele Grüße von Jasmin

William Michaelian said...

Rosaria, Jasmin, thank you. Such welcome voices passing through these woods.

RUDHI - Chance said...

Whispering Soultree-Gallery you have inside!

William Michaelian said...

And not always so quiet when the weather changes....

Wine and Words said...

My hands press
into your cheeks
deep into the rough
navigate for skin
sully your lips
and narrow you with my seeking

"I'm sorry. So sorry!"
sign my releasing fingers
yet re-engage
such brief respite
and you
now reed
with no air

Palms scream "forgive me"
your suffocation
and so pierced
cry blood
at your relief

(Ha! Tryed to follow the flow of pictures. What a mess. Hardly makes sense, but to your face.)

Old 333 said...

The faces become more demanding, more enigmatic, more active with time...thanks for them, always, William.

Weird and wonderful, words and whispering men - keep them coming, always in endless procession - we learn something from them, I think, and you are doing us good.


William Michaelian said...

Annie, I think it’s great, and you’ve added some wonderful lines to these old faces of mine. And sense — or if not sense, sequence.

Peter, what you say about the faces becoming more demanding and enigmatic makes me wonder if they’re trying to tell me something. Because for me they really are alive. I don’t know. Maybe I’m so dense they’re growing impatient. “You drew us. The least you could do is understand what we’re trying to say.”

Old 333 said...

William, all the things we write - really write, not invent - are alive. it's...scrying. Your faces are cool because they are real, as well as because you are good at making them (both conditions=1) - anyway - Skype with a best-friend with a new baby - tty -

Transcend Designs said...

I love trees...

and the canvasas are wonderful

I love your 'entish-ness' (for lack of a better word...)

: )

William Michaelian said...

Ah, technology. Peter, thanks again. I hope you and your best baby’s friend enjoyed your skyscraper.

Brad, thanks very much. Maybe entish-ness applies, if differ-ent means better-ment....