Painting and poetry

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

Burning Pram

The river,
the water
in this way
we commune
but once a year
coalescing hearts
Minds and wit
The culinary
the camaradery
the purity
Of fire
and water
incendiary
smolders to
extend welcome
to free spirits
Who share
In their hearts
something very
special indeed
The river
the water
this is how
we commune
This is how
we meet
at the river
to cleanse...
At the burning
Of the pram

 

[Kado]

Burning Pram

The river,
the water
in this way
we commune
but once a year
coalescing hearts
Minds and wit
The culinary
the camaradery
the purity
Of fire
and water
incendiary
smolders to
extend welcome
to free spirits
Who share
In their hearts
something very
special indeed
The river
the water
this is how
we commune
This is how
we meet
at the river
to cleanse...
At the burning
Of the pram

This brought back a fond memory of going on fishing trips with my grandparents and my brothers. They'd take us for one big trip every summer to a new eastern Washington lake for a week. I remember one morning or evening while my grandparents were getting a meal ready, the water was smooth with very little wind and the sun was directly at us so the reflection off the lake looked like liquid silver with brilliant flashes. If I squinted my eyes a little, our little pram that was on the beach looked like it was floating in a blazing pool of fire. I must have stared at that sight for a long time as I remember my grandmother gently tapping me on the shoulder to see if I was okay. When I told her what I was looking at, she just smiled.
Thanks for reminding me of those great summers again.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

 

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[Capt Insano Emeritis]

“Interference”
A plein air … while camping and flyfishing. I always bring painting stuff for a painting or two. It feels great to toss paint around and compose from an impression of a place. This sort of activity is close to my heart.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

A commission gift

 

[NRC]

My kid and I fingerpainted a flounder. He built the foundation and I did the finish work.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

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My kid and I fingerpainted a flounder. He built the foundation and I did the finish work.

That sounds like fun. Great to work on art projects with kids. We benefit from the experience too. That young enthusiasm is so fresh you can can feel it. I feel the energy in this.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

“Canyon Creek”

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

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Fishedthis often in the 70’s-90’s… then the usual happened. Less and less cuts , more and more people, drug labs out in the brush… went back after the early 2000’s and into the post gorge fire days. Development theme adveture park ideas floated through. Fishing almost non existant post landslides and tree cover losses. Oregon discovered it and the whole of The southern to mid Gifford Pinchot area. Driving 2-4 hrs up on forest roads to go somewhere only to find too much humanity has cut down my fly fishing adventures to less than minimal. It is hard for me to justify travel costs on a fixed income. So I paint…memories… which is a pleasant past time.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

I paint what I love, what I know, where I live and experience…hence, the head and heart conveys that, I have been told.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

I found a painting I forgot I had done. It was hanging in my mom’s house(98) I guess I painted this particular spot on Canyon Creek enough times that I could again, purely from memory.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

“Fishing with Jim”

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

Light Scratches the Sky

The sky exerts an alarm
As if existance were upending
Inky dark hues advance
With exuberance
And no sense of harm
The crack, resounding
Heaven’s face cries
Light scratches the sky
Speaks loudly to us
And can’t be denied
You can’t know
This eloquent show
Nature projects messages
To those below
What is in control
Scratched light
Across the heavens
We awake and see
The cacophony
Of nature imbued
With simultaneity
Count and wait then
the flash abates
This display conveys
That we are
Lightening rods of fate.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

One Glib Eye

Darkness fades
Into dawn
Brushed light
Eyes adjust
From the depth
Of night
And dawn
On the horizon
Mauve light
Ascending
Reveals a lid
Opening in haze
At earth’s edge
An iris indistinct
Fogged
Turning crimson
The dragon awakes
From deep slumber
Opening one glib eye
Gazing across the land
Mercurial and righteous
As if it understands
Everything.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

Nothing But the Sun

There is a light
A life imbued by sight
An astral presense above
Nothing like the sun
We are strong
We are weak
Not often
What we seek
Evasive and honest
Obscured by
What we speak
Nothing like the sun
The sun is ever present
In Heaven like truth
With clarity and essence
Pure light
And shadow
An illusion
What we will never
Know in shadow
There is nothing
But the sun
There is nothing
Like the sun.

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

Shadows

The bright day
Expires, gasping
The sun sets
At skies edge
Leaning gently
Kissing earth’s brow
Phantoms stretch
Across shoulders
To be here now
Touching finality
With gestural grace
Shadows fade
Into ink blackness
Air brushed silence
Creates a space
Shadows fade
Toward night density
Dome od solitude
Sheltering me.

 

[Kado]

Is there a series of paintings to go with these?

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

Is there a series of paintings to go with these?

A couple here is Nothing But The Sun

 

[Capt Insano Emeritis]

A decade or so I visited a place called the Iron Ranch and took a bunch of photos of pieces and parts that I thought would be fun toss some paint of them. Sometimes I get the need to do some active paintings.