Poetry in Art Class with Colleen Mirassou and Barb Gottesman and Karin Bogliolo
POETRY IN ART
People in this class are reading aloud their favorite classic poems and then creating art works inspired by the poems. We also create our own poems and paint art works inspired by them. Now we are learning to write haiku and creating collages, acrylics, pastels, drawings, and watercolors inspired by our own haiku.
Tuesdays, 10:30 am - 2:00 pm
It was Colleen's wonderful idea
for this group....from her work as
art therapist in Los Angeles!
Peace - let it begin with me.
Red Flower by Karin Bogliolo
Why did this redwood fall across this stream
And when did it fall? How long
Has it been waiting here for me to cross to the other side?
The neighboring trees are leaning on each other, falling
Slowly, oh so slowly into the dell
And they, too, will become something else…
A bridge across the flowing water, like this one,
Or a home for a fox or a family of lizards.
Some will feature
Moss and lichen in their future architecture.
All, with time, will decay and disappear and some day
Give rise to mushrooms, trillium, sweet broom,
A bouquet of natural loveliness.
My redwood bridge will rot away some day, too,
But, assuredly, that will be long after I do.
By Kathleen Budros
It is alarming to view
can we drink water safely?
Haiku by Shirley Kuramoto
Their Eyes Were Watching God
(Title from a short story by Zora Neal Huston)
A small group huddled in the corner
Watching while palm trees blown down double by the hurricane
Their eyes were watching God:
Would she destroy or
Today these eyes are watching us from
Africa, Afghanistan, Ukraine…
Will we watch their destruction…?
or be merciful?
By Barbara Gottesman
May 22, 2022
Sometimes there is something that isn't
This collage is something
A landscape it isn't
A house it isn't
A person it isn't
Animals don't look like this
Nor does the ocean.
But it is something.
Something colorful, forceful and settling
With lines and shapes in harmony.
Suggesting a story of your own.
Yes, this is something that is or isn't.
By Colleen Mirassou
May 31, 2022
I gaze o'et my land
Encompassing all I rule,
Loving all I see.
by Dorothy Douquet
April 10, 2022