I took this on Marrowstone Island. There are often remains of buildings or cars or engines or boats or docks. And which is this, do you think?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: concrete.
I took this on Marrowstone Island. There are often remains of buildings or cars or engines or boats or docks. And which is this, do you think?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: concrete.
I am reading Kim Addonizio’s Ordinary Genius, A Guide for the Poet Within, for a class. In the chapter about cliches, she suggests choosing a cliche and playing with it. The first example on her list is “A sudden fear gripped me”, so she inspired this:
Upstage
A sudden fear gripped me by my nipples
I hear my mother: Colder than a witch’s titty
Why must the witch’s titties be cold?
Must they dance naked even in the bitter winter?
Can a witch retire at a certain age
Sit warm, clothed, with her cat and tea
By a fire with enough fuel for winter?
You’d think they’d get pneumonia dancing naked
In any weather; yet witches are usually old.
Maybe it acts like jumping in to cold water
To dance around a Beltane fire; maybe witchery
is hot work and they aren’t cold at all.
Maybe a witch’s titty is warm all the time
And meanwhile the fear is gone, upstaged by titties.
Last day of April A to Z, blogging about Women Artists and particularly Helen Burling Ottaway, my mother. Can you name five women artists now?
This etching is from 1975. I was fourteen years old. I remember my parents discussing titles of etchings. My father, Malcolm Kenyon Ottaway, would often help title them. This etching is titled “Thus spoke Zarasthustra”. I wish that my parents were alive so that I could ask about this etching. Why Friedrich Nietzsche? When I am fourteen, my father receives his MA in mathematics and leaves SUNY Binghampton for a job at General Electric in Alexandria, Virginia. We move from New York State to Virginia and I start high school that year. I think that Alexandria was a much better place for my mother, all the art and artists, than for my father.
I hope that you have had a wonderful month in April: and I hold those in my heart in the war zones or who are lost and suffering.

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt smarmy.
I am blogging A to Z about artists, particularly women artists and mostly about my mother, Helen Burling Ottaway.
My parents both loved puns and my mother loved gardening. Cowslips is an etching that is then painted with watercolors. She has a whole series of pun flower etchings.

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I am blogging A to Z about artists, particularly women artists and mostly about my mother, Helen Burling Ottaway.
My mother disliked cutting mats more than almost anything except vacuuming and cutting glass. In the late 1980s and early 1990s my grandmother lived two doors down in Alexandria, Virginia. My mother took over part of the basement for matting, glass cutting and framing. Times right before shows included complaints about cutting mats and glass, her saying that she didn’t have enough things framed (though she always did) and at least one piece of glass broke. The X-Acto knife was the tool for mat cutting at that time. My mother usually cut herself at least once for each show. She was particularly annoyed if she bled on the freshly cut mat or the painting or etching.
Hanging the show involves a lot of time out words as well, but she would get excited once it was hung. Then it was time for dress up. Shows were a command performance: my sister and I were to go as well. We dressed up and talked to people politely and ate the strawberries when my mother was not looking. The opening of the show would include food and usually wine. In small glasses. And no, we weren’t allowed to have any. We had to look at the art and be polite to adults.
The photograph today is another of my poems with my mother’s etching. And look, she has avoided cutting a mat. She bought special frames, with two slots. One holds the glass. The second holds the mat with the mounted etching. If the glass rests on the etching, it can ruin it. She mounted all of our ten prints and poems this way. Clever artist and they look wonderful.

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There are two Kitchen Window pen and ink drawings, then reproduced in a limited edition: this is Kitchen Window II.
My mother Helen Burling Ottaway always had a wonderfully chaotic garden inside and outside. Kitchen Window is a pen and ink drawing that she then did a limited edition of copies, numbered and signed. She had many dual drawings and etchings. One would be realistic and the second…. maybe the second is what she saw.

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Taken at the Baltimore Aquarium before covid.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: narrow.
I am blogging from A to Z on women artists.
My father would pretend to speak French, but he spoke terrible French. Right after high school my mother went to Europe with her parents. They traveled and she stayed in Paris, doing art. Her French was much better than his.
Helen Burling Ottaway was influenced particularly by Japanese art and the empty space on the page. We have an ancestor named Morris Temple. I have a photograph of him in his Civil War uniform and of his wife. He was the owner of Temple Pumps. However, the family story is that he was more interested in Japanese art then pumps and proceeded to “run the company in to the ground”. I do not actually know if this is true. My maternal grandfather’s mother was Tessie Temple, and Morris Temple was her father. My middle name is Temple and my cousin is Fred Temple Burling II but goes by Temple, as my maternal grandfather did. He was F. Temple Burling I.
My mother started a series of paintings of Mount Rainier after she moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1996. I think that she planned to do fifty views or one hundred. She did not get to finish the series but I do have some of them. La Vague and the views of Rainier are tributes to other artists that she loved.
This is an etching where more than one color is applied to the plate. This is a proof, so she is still messing around trying to decide what she wants as final colors for the edition.

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Dang, I’ve got a lot of stages. So it is a long playlist! I can’t complain (yes I can), after all, I wrote the stages. Hmm, to work, to work, to play, to PEACE.
Twisting words- The Grass is Blue – Dolly Parton
Confusion- Get it Worked On -Delbert McClinton
Denial- Old Number 7- The Devil Makes Three
Bargaining – Gallows Pole- Alvin Youngblood Hart
Anger- Joanne Little- Sweet Honey in the Rock
Bitterness -The Wound That Never Heals – Jim White
Revenge -Silver Dagger- Dolly Parton
Acting Out – Pills I Took- Hank Williams III
Oppositional Defiance- All Hail- The Devil Makes Three
Grief -Days Like These – Over the Rhine
Acceptance- In my time of dying – Alvin Youngblood Hart
Forgiveness -Jesus on the Mainline – Mississippi Fred McDowell
Healing- I be your water- Sweet Honey in the Rock
Hope – So Glad I’m Here- Sweet Honey in the Rock
Reconciliation – You are loved, Victoria Williams
Peace – Everybody Ought to Know (and) Redemption Song- Sweet Honey in the Rock
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
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