Posts by Arts and Culture El Dorado

The Container Speaks I am the vessel the earth beneath her feet the one you came to see   I am forged of sunshine my golden exterior emanating warmth to comfort and protect   I am fashioned from linen and glue Painstakingly molded, layer upon layer With a gaping maw in my center   I…

Perspective Am I in the womb or a coffin? Am I about to be born or buried? Am I hemmed in by these walls or protected by them? Is this my prison or my place of safety? Is this a window to my soul? Or am I simply on display? Am I vulnerable in my…

Just off the Trail She walks thru a tunnel,              portal to a different world where she disappears up hardpan paths.   Woodland textures Aae speaking to her hands, bare branches she’s lined up for a fence   camo’d by straw sunburned brown, lumber once a door now a bed for sleeping, salvaged cast-offs.  …

Puzzle   Every one leaning into the yoke, their shod feet indispensable to the surviving hole.   Both of them waiting beneath the curved blade, its hammered form a question unspoken, always known.   As if a double fan made for two hands but too ponderous to lift to summon a light breeze. Bits and…

His Face   Must wood and metal hold him together, hold his face inside themselves? But see how well-worn weaves of fiber stretch, reach with frayed edges seeking to join the unyielding with supple fabric of life. Cracked, 2006, Mixed media

Scythe   Remember the scythe that hangs rusting in my shed – the mowing tool I learned to dance with when I was much younger, before the harvesting of my years. Reaper, 1998, Painted cloth, metal no wood

Chine   Feel  it   in    the     bones      discs      fail     joints    not   quite  aligned trying   for   the vertical   within    softly  eroding flesh.   by Taylor Graham Chine, c. 2005, Mixed media

Golden   A golden case, frame of gathers & folds & pleats & intricately artfully designed by an unseen mind; smooth surfaces polished mirror-bright by invisible hands to form this perfect         golden         resting         place recessed within the artful box, for whom? so deep within, we can’t see the eyes. Is anyone in…

METALSOM  It’s a brass torso Details riveted and Attached baffles Giving a burnt patina, Extruding, somewhat painful wire Around ribs’, ‘n exhibited inducement To reveal full customer list; Plus, source identities of all involved In unnamed substance distribution. After the chain sawing of neck and legs- Remains tossed over the freeway To horrified passing traffic;…

SELF PORTRAIT   Self portrait of same…in The watercolor medium Which anyone who’s picked Up a brush knows to be difficult.   Some well chiseled face of self with Upturned Nose…not the Mediterranean style Large, and bone protruding (like Mine) But a Celtic tribal feature.   Possible; Boudicca herself Who nearly beat Rome But got…