Category Archives: journal

process – on the dangers of overpainting

Posted on April 16, 2008 by rick mobbs

or, how do you know when to stop? I like the life in the first two. It feels like I start to paint the life out in the next two. It is easy to overwork the painting I am focused … Continue reading →

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work in progress

Posted on April 8, 2008 by rick mobbs

today’s work.

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notes upon the windowsill

Posted on March 27, 2008 by rick mobbs

well, nobody asked, but I’ll try to explain it anyway, if only for myself. I can’t remember if the post below – She sits upon a windowsill – started as a journal fragment or as a line that jumped into … Continue reading →

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whereabouts and wanderlust – the rest of the story

Posted on March 20, 2008 by rick mobbs

Whereabouts and Wanderlust traveled hand in hand. Each one loved the other most and trekked through many lands. Altogether they were happy, blue eyes and blue. Sleeping children brought them flowers, with love, from me to you. And so the … Continue reading →

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hello from phoenix, oops, i mean tucson

Posted on March 11, 2008 by rick mobbs

I am traveling with 20 uwc-usa students (from 10 countries!) and faculty on a border studies trip and will be away for another 6 – 7 days. Hope to post along the way but internet is sketchy as we go … Continue reading →

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work in progress 1 poem or 2?

Posted on March 4, 2008 by rick mobbs

1. Sweet sweet engine of mercy, bright flying speck in the sun, tomorrow I’ll be riding a donkey, tomorrow I’ll be on my way home. Ah! The invisible carnival ride, I’m standing in line to climb on. Twirling and spinning … Continue reading →

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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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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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Dreamtime

Posted on January 29, 2008 by rick mobbs

(from a dream I had the night before an art opening. I used it as my artist’s statement.) I asked the man who stood beside the child and held her hand, what he called her. Both of them were muffled … Continue reading →

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journal fragment # 1

Posted on January 28, 2008 by rick mobbs

I’m here to find the simple truths that I knew as a child. The dogs make a game of me, the cats curl and sleep upon my body. The daffodils await the rising of the sun. They draw their color … Continue reading →

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Rough Work (in memory of Ann Bunting-Mock)

Posted on January 7, 2008 by rick mobbs

Let me just sit and feel the morning change into her winter clothes again. Summer’s breath just passed across my hands, undulating like a line of pelicans above the dunes and hollows of my palms. I have become my age. … Continue reading →

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the dancer in my belly

Posted on January 7, 2008 by rick mobbs

1. You can’t see the dancer in my belly, can you, mister? I didn’t think so. And I don’t have the icon to describe, much less, to explain her. You say, perhaps the moon has brought her? (She’s in the … Continue reading →

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Atomic Ed

Posted on January 5, 2008 by rick mobbs

Drove this morning with Steve, Robin and Broadus to Los Alamos, to visit The Black Hole, a most unusual place and met its most unusual and inspiring owner, Ed Grothus. Ed recycles the equipment and hardware from the Los Alamos … Continue reading →

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