Hands Of Old

This lady of the Basque, Andramari, came out of left field for me this week. I wrote the poem decades ago and she decided she wanted to be painted five days ago.  

'Andramari' (4'x3'2) 

'Andramari' (4'x3'2) 

She encompasses Justice, Water, Sorcery, and Divination, and punishes liars and thieves. 

 

•Hands of Old•

Remember all the ones you carry

that one for kindness, another for learning

one for caring, for giving, for feeding

for thanking

for burning.

All those hands you have worn in other times and places.

All those hands you will wear in other times and places.

Dare on,

for you never walk alone.

 

To Sing Like Chavela Cries

There's no doubt in my bones that Georgia O'Keefee, Chavela Vargas and my grandma hang out in some kitchen cooking with roses and singing and dancing and painting each others' bodies, half drunken and howling at the dark. I know because when the Moon is fat, she howls back. 

Sweet dreams this morning with the three of them talking softly over each other and laughing like hyenas.  

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