all change brings chaos
reweaving reality
with fateful choices
Untitled (Chaos) by Ruth Ann Howden
June 2021
Mixed Media on Paper 24” h x 28” w
My painting of chaos seemed to beg a dramatic red slash, or an explosive orange fireball, but chaos is an everyday occurrence, it goes on and on, and on. This image reflects that wearing down, the rusting out and clogging up of systems; while the life force keeps picking up and repurposing the debris. Finding an overall unity, a balance, the yin/yang. It just is. A slow deep tide rising and falling, stirring.
My question is: Why does that give me hope?
Eclipse of the Flower Moon
The flower moon is setting
over the elementary school
Far to the south as the sun heads north.
Full, suspended, dominating imagination
extending through the night —
An exceedingly long eclipse holds me.
Rising as a blood moon
Rising as a super moon
A blatant “look at me!” flower moon.
The first bite of a slow devouring
Demands I set alarm to view
Totality.
Obedient to celestial schedule
I rose and went out
Situated my plastic chair on the lawn and
Shared most of an hour feeling
the reality of, the physical
presence of, our only moon
swathed in my shadow.
Feeling the pull that rules the tides
( tides - the only natural phenomenon that
Man hasn’t fu****-up, yet. No, not true
king tides flood basements of Waikiki hotels)
Yet, tonight a peaceful reminder of cycles
That bring health and renewal.
Now the flower moon is setting
and I embrace another day
Best started with a poem.
