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Glitter Moon My recent effort

WALKABOUT

 

Walkabout. Scouring heat baking down. Presence. Now. Here. Birds; crickets; sweat. Sitting cross-legged mixing red pigment with water in mortar and pestle.

 

Dirty strongly-lined hands. Years of experience and technique in creation of paint. Taking it with other bowls of colour to mark the day on rock walls: this day – today.

 

The birth of the turtles crossing to the water from where they hatched. Five of them survive while others are eaten by birds, crocodiles and carnivores. Railway track down pointing left of desert to right of desert, disappearing on the horizon.

 

 Finding swirling patterns of the bodies of ancient creatures still embedded in the rocks and heated over time; scalding heat – lava. Burning flesh like the feel of the shaman’s tattooes, patterned along his wrists, arms and neck.

 

Flat clouds as they pass alone in the sunny blue sky like forgotten thoughts. Lightening flashes in the distance. The sun sets, setting blue, then red, then golden, then black – just moon and stars.

By Steph Ingham

Tower for my thoughts

 

My thoughts all safe up here

None to interfere

They can froth and bubble

Like fresh-boiled cappuccino

And none to bother

Thoughts can rise to Heaven

Ideas can shine down on my head

I catch themin my hair

Petals caught in my curls

The smell of my thoughts

Been felt from the ground

You can look up and feel

Their brew getting

Stronger with age:

Vintage brew.

By Steph ingham

Smoking

I take a puff in

It rises up the chimney

Charring fragments

Clinging to the sides

Turning them black

Making them worn and crumbling

And then the whirling mass

Of poisonous smoke

Circles upwards

Slithering up and around

Slowly evaporating

Burning and smoking

Tarring everything in its path

Little remains of myself

Little charred shards

Stay shattered and melted

To the metal grate

 

I exhale

The heat rips through the air

Away from this place

Leaving only white dust

Flickering and blowing around on the floor

As I smoke

So too my body smokes

My internal combustion

-         My personal incinerator

Where after such usage

The framework will

Gradually wear away to dust

With every drag it gets closer

By Steph Ingham

Rolling meditation

Rolling past the mandalas

Two gliding births

Seeing blinding sun

Through a silver birch tree

Just past the golden ‘Or’

Absorbing each treasure with the senses

Glittering glinting water

A spider web flutters

Through verdigris gates

Current rolls to the horizon

Wagtails dance to the drums

Of exploding breadcrumbs

Staying in one place,

Bakes forehead

The caress of a gentle breeze

Stepping forward, stepping down

Passing

Then quiet

By Steph Ingham

Orbit: Moon, Gaia, Sun Here is a depiction of Father Sun

Orbit: Moon, Gaia, Sun Here is a depiction of Father Sun

Orbit: Moon, Gaia, Sun Here is a depiction of Mother Moon

Orbit: Moon, Gaia, Sun Here is a depiction of Mother Moon

Orbit: Moon, Gaia, Sun Here is a depiction of Gaia

Orbit: Moon, Gaia, Sun This is a depiction of Gaia

Orbit: Moon, Gaia, Sun silhouette Here it is in a window

Orbit: Moon, Gaia, Sun Mobile made from metal and cardboard. A continuation of orbiting one another forever in Space.

Global Reactions

Open hole in ozone
Our planet all alone
This fissure's
Our issue
We all act now.

Down at the bottom
Of the deep iniquities
We react
And finally see
With a 1
And a 2
And a 3

By Steph Ingham, based on 'Ring a ring of Roses'

Grandad's in his parled Renault
Waiting for his honey
Grandma walks around the dam
Whilst it's nice and sunny
Couple went to the cafe
Eating fish 'n' chips
The oldies stay young at heart
By having loads of trips.


Based on nursery rhyme 'The King and his Counting House'

Frumpy Bumpy

Frumpy Bumpy
Felt like a ball
Lumpy bumpy
Size of a hall
All the 3rd courses
Packed all her size ten
Then she exploded
All over the men!

:-0 Hee hee!! All this poetry mullarkey is v therapeutic!

Mother Moon Mirror Mother Moon reflects her unspoken wisdom to Earth. Her face typifies this silent witness to our world. When we look through the mirror, she tells us what our world has become. The face is made from clay and painted in acrylic. Her hair is hair extensions, and she wears blue moon roses in her hair. The frame is a plastic cake box, and the leaves are cut from silk flowers and spray painted gold.

moon spell fairyltale Happy couple, based on a sktech of my late friend at a dance workshop

Moonwish This is part of my moon project, and is inspired by the superstitious custom of hanging witchballs in windows for protection from evil. Witchballs tend to be crystals, and this ball contains a moonstone which has been charged primarily by the full moon. The painting depicts a Fairytale ending, and I was originally inspired by a Norse Fairytale entitled: 'East of the Sun and West of the Moon'. It also depicts an imaginary impression of my late friend who finds his true love in Heaven. This is my personal 'moonwish', my own testimony of wishing on the moon. The ball itself is made from Polystirene and is painted with acrylic.