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Kitty Joe Wash
Water flows in and out. Colors bump against each other and the glass. Colors change season to season. Worn smooth from repetitive beating. Wash or laundry? Are they the same? The land and the clothes we wear? Dress up, dress down, pretend, dress for success.
Depending on the hour, day, or year, Kitty Joe Wash is a flood of deep reds, soft browns, blues, and grey green whites. Not locked in time like a name sake long gone,
time transforms her.
The sound of the moving water goes from a roar to a subtle rush as it fills and empties the wash smoothing the helter skelter rocks. Winds swirl through the green dotted ochre canyon walls above the wash as the mesmerizing rotation of colors beat against each other behind the glass.
Strands of reds against darker greens with puffs of whites, purples and blues in the shadows. Crossing Kitty Joe signals the end or the beginning of another day's journey and another load.
© C.A. Klimek, 2016
Here I am (Present)
Here I am, but I’d rather be on the wing of a bird tracing wind ribbons through the clouds on the cerulean blue sky; seeing random thoughts floating above the surface, and catching whispers of hows and whys.
Here I am, but I’d rather be floating on the water, bathing in frothy waves and the salty air and warming sun; seeing all that three eyes can see and knowing there is more to master.
Here I am tasting clarity, yet bridled by trappings of a dishonest skin, stagnate in a shallow pond; held hostage by a destiny calculating every move. Upside down and empty, going through motions and chanting seven lines over prayer beads.
Here I am bound, grounded by misplaced merit in the here and now. Thin cords from head to toe, a grounding wire as the tale is told. Without this tether, I would rise to heights and places beyond sensibilities.
Create realities as valid as their here and nows. Arouse the joys and wonders of youth and for ever so brief moments, mend all the sadness on the merry-go-rounds and discover the zest I once knew, laying bare my soul for all to see.
© 2011 C.A. Klimek
I will often write a piece of poetry for an individual piece of art or a series. I’m often asked, “...which comes first, the art or the words?” Most of the time it is both. A single word starts forming the images in my head and as the sentences are constructed, so is the painting; they are not separate acts.
In 1998, I self published a limited edition, handmade book, Hallucinations from the Cage, a collection of poetry, art, and artist notes. For more information on art series and poetry, contact me directly at firstname.lastname@example.org