031502| metamorphosis 3/diane

An idea. Its hard to put it into words.
A sketch for Metamorphosis 3.

And then I read this from The Penquin Book of Spanish Verse,
J.M. Cohen, editor: 
Aquel arbol que mueve la foxa/algo se le antoxa.
[That tree that is stirring its leaves has taken a fancy to something.]

03.21.02
Took R. to the Mississippi coast before we headed back to Atlanta, hoping the sun and salt water would help clear his allergies. But the weather in Slidell did not match the coastline. The further west we drove, the colder, foggier the roads became.

We stopped and ate lunch at a small sandwich shop near Biloxi: shrimp and oyster po-boys. Local construction workers and girls in their school uniforms filled out the tables.

Afterwards, we drove back into the small coastal town Pass Christian; thick white mist shroaded all the buildings and hugged the Gulf close. Very Shakespearian. Surreal. We stopped behind an old Scottish Episcopalian church and watched the fog move among the antibellum graves, the spanish moss, and the gnarled beach trees.

03.28.02
Phase of the Seed Moon by the Wicca/Pagan calendar, time of fertility and new beginnings. A witch from San Francisco named Maria once told me that Spring was the season for personal regeneration and creativity and positive change in my life. The moon tonight rose full and plump, an orange lifting over the horizon line.

A week ago I lit a cirios candle to the Virgin del Cobre. The glass displays a scene of a shipwreck— three men in a small rowboat battle an angry sea under a row of angry clouds, but the skies part to reveal a vision of the Virgin Mother holding the Infant Jesus, a halo of eleven stars circle her head, three seraphim support her above the violent sky.

Act of Consecration to Our Lady of Charity
My Queen! My Mother! I give myself entirely to thee: and to show my devotion to thee I consecrate to Thee this day, my eyes, my ears, my heart, my whole being, without reserve. Wherefore, good Mother, as I am Thine own, keep me, guard me, as Thy property and possession. Amen [concentrate on your petition.]

Seven days ago I drank a hasty cup of coffee and doodled over a napkin. A further development from March 15— twelve days ago...