Monthly Archives: February 2008

desolation, hope, and more hope

Posted on February 29, 2008 by rick mobbs
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new mexico peace works conference

Posted on February 29, 2008 by rick mobbs

This is the conference Naomi is organizing in Santa Fe this weekend. Fun and educational. Anybody in the area please come! (And please introduce yourself!) Details here: http://www.uwc-usa.org/cec/peace.htm Sponsored By United World College-USA, Monte Del Sol Charter School, Santa Fe … Continue reading →

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thoughts on the novels, “the road”, and “blindness”

Posted on February 27, 2008 by rick mobbs

Only a great kaleidoscope can break the cold gray stone that forms in the bottom of the heart when we consider the way that we treat each other and make it beautiful.

Posted in "Blindness", "The Road", aa, art, bleak stories, character studies, cormac mccarthy, dark, desolation, despair, jose saramago, love, nightmare, poetry, portraits | 6 Comments

she sits upon a windowsill (revision)

Posted on February 24, 2008 by rick mobbs

She sits upon a windowsill and spies a laughing boy, about eleven, walking barefoot by the water’s edge beneath the tree’s green reaching hands. The canopy throws its color down and lights the shadows with reflections, the subtle ocher, umber, … Continue reading →

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Ivan Gold

Posted on February 22, 2008 by rick mobbs

I am in Boston this weekend to say goodbye to an old friend. Here is the death notice, which appeared today in the Boston Globe Ivan Gold Of Boston, formerly of New York City on December 23, 2007, writer, teacher, … Continue reading →

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ann’s calf (for ann bunting mock)

Posted on February 22, 2008 by rick mobbs

I found this calf in Merida, in the mountains of western Venezuela. The painting began as a scumble of color on a tinted and sanded 2′ x 4′ masonite panel. Then I stalled out. I had earlier painted a series … Continue reading →

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electric cow (barbeque)

Posted on February 21, 2008 by rick mobbs
Posted in 'tis a gift to be simple, art, dark, dreamtime, electric cow, fun stuff, light, poetry, stories, wake up dude | 9 Comments

she sits upon a windowsill- (work in process)

Posted on February 18, 2008 by rick mobbs

She sits upon on a windowsill and spies a laughing boy, about eleven, walking barefoot down the river’s edge beneath the tree’s green reaching hands. The canopy throws its color down and lights the shadows with reflections, the subtle ocher, … Continue reading →

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on a subway under boston

Posted on February 18, 2008 by rick mobbs

on a subway under Boston sat a kid in a ratty hat with his finger in his nose by the window dressed in velvet sat a girl from the Mississippi and she squished when she walked cause her shoes were … Continue reading →

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i was born in a hearse

Posted on February 17, 2008 by rick mobbs

I was born in a hearse, I carry my curse, from midnight to midnight, searching by lamplight, for someone to find me, a hand that can guide me, through the streets that hide me, from midnight to midnight.

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Devil Woman

Posted on February 16, 2008 by rick mobbs
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Praise

Posted on February 14, 2008 by rick mobbs

I found this canvas in a thrift shop and recycled it. The bright colors are showing through from the original thrift shop painting. I drizzled roofing tar on the canvas and then brought out some of the images which were … Continue reading →

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Slow, swollen, unattractive

Posted on February 13, 2008 by rick mobbs

Slow, swollen, unattractive, difficult to work with, dead. Your husband cried when we told him.

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overpainting

Posted on February 12, 2008 by rick mobbs

or, how to ruin a perfectly good painting? I am better about knowing when to stop but still sometimes overpaint one. This is one I liked very much as a charcoal and acrylic sketch. Here are some pics of the … Continue reading →

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completed work/works in process

Posted on February 12, 2008 by rick mobbs

A recently completed portrait of Beethoven as a young man. The painting was commissioned by Ron Maltais, the Music Director here at UWC-USA, in exchange for piano lessons for my son, Broadus. I worked from a photo of an old … Continue reading →

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I felt your imprint

Posted on February 11, 2008 by rick mobbs

your imprint detached itself from the great cloud, giving up forgetfulness and unknowing, taking up memory and knowledge, wearing once again the clown suit, cheering me from my great longing, pushing me back from the edge of the hollowed out … Continue reading →

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The spring craves water

Posted on February 11, 2008 by rick mobbs

The spring craves water. Is, does, always will. A hammer is something else when it’s not being used. Any tool can tell you something is lost when it’s not being used. My dog cries when she gets left behind. Some … Continue reading →

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a candle breaks the nighttime

Posted on February 10, 2008 by rick mobbs

A candle breaks the nighttime, the seconds sputter past. Christina hums the blues to make the seconds last. Her anything but joyful days recall her own beginnings. Her candlesong is one of praise for all that’s left of living.

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Maybe it wasn’t some great or tragic flaw

Posted on February 10, 2008 by rick mobbs

Maybe it wasn’t some great or tragic flaw. It could have been just an occurrence happening like a watchspring come unsprung and deciding to dance. Power comes from, rests and abides with the old rotten Stonehenge figures and grandfathers. You … Continue reading →

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dream images

Posted on February 7, 2008 by rick mobbs

There is a man in a cage, you can see his hands. A tower holds the cage, the sun burns above. The sun wears a face. The face doesn’t smile. Below, a ruined wall runs to both horizons, its stones … Continue reading →

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the daughter

Posted on February 6, 2008 by rick mobbs

we crossed your love with my desire i spun my faith through your fire and yours spun through my water. in the hills her soul found ours, her voice was mist and trills. we knew her by her laughter.

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oops!

Posted on February 6, 2008 by rick mobbs

lost it! I don’t think this poem was meant to be posted.

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tell us a story!!

Posted on February 3, 2008 by rick mobbs

I had reservations about the poem I matched with the painting here and so took it down. So, in the spirit of collaboration, if you, or you and your kids, or your kids, or anyone else would like to offer … Continue reading →

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selfish lizard- twice resurrected poem of the day

Posted on February 2, 2008 by rick mobbs

Here is a little darkling of a poem that has been rattling around my brainpan. I’ll try to make something a little more upbeat for my next post. The image I have paired here is the 3rd panel in a … Continue reading →

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soup-kitchen witch (today’s poem is a painting)

Posted on February 1, 2008 by rick mobbs
Posted in 'tis a gift to be simple, aa, art, fun stuff, light, love, poetry, portraits, soup kitchen witch | 7 Comments