Carved grotto rubbing on mulberry paper over pen and ink drawing 8″ x 6″
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Alone on the bamboo bridge
hunched over from the weight of her pack,
an old woman layered in rags
wails her story to the trees.
Behind the dense green curtain of bamboo
her audience listens:
fifty thousand stone Buddhas,
donors, and Bodhisattvas,
carved one thousand years ago.
For a moment I leave Dazu thinking
of the opera house back home.
Very interesting and different. Well done. Rlte
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I’m going to run out of poems!
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Oh, Carla, so beautifully done!!!!
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Happy April!
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Hi Marina!
Glad you like this series 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thank you Richard. I’m having fun pairings old poems- soon I’ll have to go back to my old ways or start writing poetry again 🙂
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So beautiful Carla. All of it!
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Hi Susan I’.m glad to hear rom you !
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I love the combination of the rubbing and the ink drawing. It’s beautiful and the two parts play so intricate with each other. The little poem is lovely, too. Simply fantastic.
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Hi Otto Your comments are much appreciated. I’m always pleased and honored that you have taken the time to say something or tap the ‘like’ button. You have a big following. I Ike your thought process in your blog and your comments to me. My curiosity is getting me. Have you taught photography or visual arts? I don’t remember seeing that information in your blog.You are such a good teacher. Carla Sent from my iPad
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I do teach photography, but “only” in the way of workshops. And I do like to teach. Thanks for the nice words.
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Wonderfully done, Carla. As Otto said, the two techniques together is truly beautiful.
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Thank you Karen. I haven’t written any poetry for quite awhile. I ‘m having fun pairing them now .
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