Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Art

My Paintings Are Organic

My Paintings are loose

dripping like punctured abcess

colours even fall

Curtsy

My sculpture melted —

Dance Demonstration Request:

He told Me “Curtsy”

“There Is Nothing Lost”

On the night

Eye painted M(eye) Bomb

the wind picked up

and Eye made for the deck

where M(eye) salvaged pieces lay

laminated together

on a glass table top —

just as Eye approached

M(eye) kitchen door

a gust had the nerve

to lift M(eye) work

and sent it flying

down to Destruction

TONIGHT

Eye tried to paint

a mushroom cloud

and out it came

just like a shroud

looks to me

could be a tree —

or standing back

brain imagery

LUMINOSITY II

Eye would paint the sky

in oils feathering greys

for M(eye) clouds of Gold

DAWN

Sun-meshed horizon

colouring clouds, Eye can hear

M(eye) morning bird song

UNTITLED

The Hawk Corner Room approx. 1:40pm

EYE have held

The Most Precious

of Life’s Juice

in M(EYE) Left Palm

& IT was The Colour

of Today’s First Snow

in Antioch Illinois

PAINTINGS BY ASLAM ABOUJAMRA

The Hawk Corner Room 4:10pm

My Prison, My Sanctuary —

what I used to name Dr Blair’s

Big White Castle

where He worked hard and lived hard

for over thirty years —

is delightfully exposed

now, at The Foot of Dr Blair’s Big Brown Bed

here on The Hawk —

The Bed I have finally decked out

with new sheets and new comforter

in blues to go with His Eyes —

The Big Brown Bed in a pea-green room I left

in My Flurried Escape

returned to last night, but just

to sleep —

this morning I took down

The Lee Savage Drawings

facing Us:

A Woman (Lee’s Wife) with just lips

and Its Mate — Lee and Karen’s Open Porch

(on “My Side” of The Bed)

— Now, This Morning, I put up

The Frameless Oils

painted by The Syrian Brother

of One of The Doctors sponsored

by Dr Blair in 1999 —

The Year of Our Fateful Affair

— They’re A Pair of gaily painted

Houses —

The One on the left

is a small white house Dr Jamal Aboujamra

rented from Dr Blair —

and The One on the right

at My Night Time Feet

expressionistic-ally depicts the largest residential building*

in Barrington Passage

no longer owned by My Captor

swirling in brush strokes

of pink, peach and green —

The Giant Cedar

obscures high windows

of The Victorian Rooms

I floundered in

on couches and beds

while Dr Blair worked

in His Attached Office

I lay there and dreamed

on anti-depressants and Olanzapine

and wrote what would turn into

a book of poems

titled “No Bones About It

stored somewhere in the basement

of Our House here on The Hawk

where I have finally found My Self

My Art, and Jesus to boot

in Jethro Tull’s Aqualung

played on The Canadian French Radio

while working on My Secret Painting

here in My Own Little Corner Room

where I am finally free

 

*Dr Blair’s Big White Castle burned down on the same morning in December 2017 I left for Christmas vacation in British Columbia — to spend with His Family and My Kids — without him.

X – ill – Her – a – tion

The Hawk Corner Room 4:45am

I woke because I got up

I got up because I woke

visually stimulated

I made My Bed

and went to work

with One Green Drip

on M(EYE) final? canvas

up here in My Corner Room

classical music is playing

& it’s almost time

to take coffee to My New X —

Yes, We still do that

FOR M(EYE) 2nd X HUSBAND

The Hawk Corner Room 1:02am

EYE have seized The Sky

up here in My Corner Room

where I can paint all day

if I want to, or go to the beach.

I’m cooking for One

and enjoying every minute of it

with My New French Canadian Radio to keep Me company.

Tonight I sorted through My Clothes

and am choosing to wear Those

of no particular significance,

and if You too, My Lovely Daughter

happen to read This

or have It read to You,

please know that I love You always

and will never violate

Your Adjacent Room