Swallow Up & Over Show

Doors inside out.  The occupants never thought of them; instead they thought of boxes.  The ones piled up too high behind the locker door made of corrugated metal, and heavy, and blue grey, with a cold past squeezing out from around it. This was really a solid gate, not a door.

Real doors were warm and wooden and painted red like the ones on the front of heritage homes.  That’s the best color for a door because it shows off a Christmas wreath just right.  It draws attention to its structure and co-ordinates well with a black wrought iron mailbox.  The lawn is happy with a complimentary splash of color.

False Front
False Front

Birds find it cheerful, and the loud rumblings heard coming from behind it; the angry voices, the shouting seem even more violent when passing through the scarlet wound of the house.  If the door were made of glass, one wonders if the occupants would be quieter and reflective.  Who made a decision to inflame the door; and when was it so.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

How Many Suns…

"Cones"

Jackpine

how many artists

have caught the

wind in your branches.

How many birds

maneuver

their claw-like

feet

between your sharp

needles.

How many suns

have you greeted

and raised your arms to.

How many souls

have sat with their

back against your

tough rough trunk.

Jackpine how many

lifetimes will you

see in us.  How many

rings do we have.

Pinus Banksiana

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

ZenZing

Thanking my unconscious mind for these permissive ideas.

Eating lunch with a  friend at 3:30 p.m. in Capers Courtyard on Fourth Avenue yesterday. Two pigeons strutted around the table and between our feet.  I noticed they had black toenails at the end of their red toes and legs.  This is very dramatic and beautiful. I feel I need coral red fingernails with jet black tips:  very Zen!!  Now here I think the next Fashion Movement will be a ‘Zen’ look. I could do one:  Paper, water blue, soft jade green, moonlight, horizontal planes, 7″ x 7″ proportions, whispers.  Nothingness, lightness, being (3 stages of birth)… I like my new concept.

What else comes from my Zen?  Bowls, trees, discs, flow, chromium yellow and wine-stain red, high altitudes/attitudes, thinness, sticks, stones, smoothness, waving, layers, reduction, balance, harmony zones:  The Zen Zone; how would that look?  How would I combine the colors?

One stroke on a brass gong: a single strike against a brass gong!

Tastes like pepperment:  Peppermint Zen.

Smells like cinnamon-sea air.

Feels like mountain (Whistler) wind.

The energy of a horse’s mane in the air as it gallops, the flames of a fire (fire flame), a bird wing fanned out (against) or into the wind.

I like these images.

My “imagineered” design style is a place where Zen and Clutter Meet.

"Zen by Nature"

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets