dance#241, calendula

Tuesday August 18, 2009

Calendula

Spent the day with Dorion reading Sappho on flowers. We find in her poems a recurring motif of a woman with violets in her lap. After midnight, I wander out onto the patio to check out the garden flowers. A single calendula bloom beams bright orange in the thin night light.  It faces the world with a yellow beaming force. Petals unfurled. Flowering thickly. The dance is the scribbling drawing I make after greeting the flower. The drawing follows the lines of force. A representational gesture? The first I’ve made in a long time.

~ by nmyers on August 22, 2009.