Mud Pies and Bones: Writing and Art

from the Rocky Mountains

Lucy Simpson

Lucy Simpson
Location
Monument, Colorado, United States
Birthday
December 20
Title
The Cleaner
Company
dishesmealsandpoopybutts
Bio
I am a published poet and exhibited artist living in the shadow of the small, but lovely Mount Herman, a part of the majesty of the Rocky Mountains. I raise children, tend gardens, cook, write, clean, sculpt, read.....................................................................................

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SEPTEMBER 24, 2014 4:53PM

Art of the Week

Skeleton Study - graphite on paper

Study of a Bargue Lithograph - graphite on paper

 

 

Hand Bone Study - graphite on paper

 

Foot Study -graphite on paper  Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 9, 2014 8:26PM

Art of My Week

Nude People Should Not Play With Swords - graphite on paper - 11 by 16

 

Portrait of a Drunken Uncle - graphite on paper - 11 by 16

 

Still Life in Charcoal - No pie tins, fruits, or ewers were harmed in the process!

  

Winter Tree - first time… Read full post »

As a girl, I hated writing with a pencil, more from the scratchy texture than from my poor fine-motor control.  Scritch, scratch, scrape went the pencils.  When I was allowed to use pens, I celebrated.  They slid smoothly across the paper in blue and black and other colors when one was… Read full post »

AUGUST 15, 2014 1:48PM

Seen and Imagined

 Twisted Dead Wood, a woman bending with a baby on her back  - long path over dry, dusty land - Digital photography

 

Cartoon Newpaper Woman who can throw a punch - a regular pugilist - graphite on paper - 12 by 9 

 

 

 

 Gail's Sunflowers… Read full post »

graphite on paper 12 by 9 

Still working on this one.  My mother's nose needs more definition.  Date is September 9th, 1953.  They were very unhappy in their middle years and died fairly young, but it is good to remember that they were young and full of hope once and,… Read full post »

JULY 18, 2014 4:19PM

Adventures in Art

 There is so much in life that feels out of control right now: my husband has taken a job of love that means less money, but much more happiness, my son's hormonal, thirteen-year-old Asberger rages and my daugter's hormonal rages, my own peri-menopausal hot sweats, a different hot than the usual… Read full post »

"Her gleamin silks, the taperin
O her ringed fingers, and her feathers
Move dimly like a dream wi'in
While endless faith aboot them gethers."
Hugh MacDiamid, (excerpt from A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle, 1926)

 Unlike the poet above, I was not drunk when my family and I came across a crowd of wild… Read full post »

Sticky, waxy petals in the midst of inhospitable thorns.  I sat on a prickly pear cactus last year.  Was pulling thorns out of my cheeks for days.

 

 

Inside

 

The nucleus curled like a sea creature, the stamen like fronds of wheat grass.   

&nb… Read full post »

JUNE 5, 2014 5:26PM

Song for Brick

(for love of Tennessee)

 

You were meant to hold
up the foundation. 
May you never sober
in your crumbling self.

Brick, your Daddy's trying to help you:
see that a rail car and life
are the same thing,
that love and unbottoned trousers
are no different. 

You go down into that magnolia
scented/… Read full post »

MAY 28, 2014 9:03AM

New Spaces - New Art

Beautiful Spaces  

New Friends

 

Creating new art - terracotta mask in progress

 

Girl in Hat - Drawing in Progress

 

Me with a Garden Mask in Progress - photo taken by my loving man    Read full post »

MAY 16, 2014 5:38PM

Concerning the Moustache

 

(Italicized lines from Etiquette for Every Day by Mrs. Humphrey, 1904, pg 76, The Hatless Man by Sarah Kortum)

 

 

A man with a trivial nose should not wear a large moustache.

If the nose be small as a tiny thread bobbin, forget it entirely.
Persisting in this facial hair/… Read full post »

 Wildflower - Original photograph and Adobe Photoshop manipulation
I am continuing to teach myself Adobe Photoshop.    

 

Orange is my favorite color - these are the flowers I bought for the Easter table  - not many people like orange - I see this color and I i… Read full post »

APRIL 12, 2014 8:35PM

The Juggler Henry


by LUCY SIMPSON 

a dream about my hidden high-school crush

Henry walks in
and out of plaster rooms,
with rectangular windows
ablaze, past gilded onion-domes
in the autumn pelting rain,
on cobblestone streets
with stones exposed
like bald cats. 
He juggles
six balls at
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Flat Irons  

 

Asters in Negative

 

Rope Fraying in Water

 

Two Forms Embracing    Read full post »

MARCH 24, 2014 7:17PM

The Nun Who Did the Dirty Work

 

I am thinking of Sister Frances today in the light of almost spring.  I am hoping she freed herself before she died and she was old when she taught me Social Studies in seventh and eighth grades, gray hair tucked neatly under the fold of her blue cap.  SheRead full post »

MARCH 2, 2014 8:14AM

Two Sculptures and a Drawing

Seated Woman - I see many little flaws in this piece, but there are a few things right.  I love the process of sculpting, the cool wet clay in my hands, the adding of clay, the subtracting of clay.  This is my first figure sculpture.  My teacher, the model and… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 24, 2014 7:42AM

Art Teacher from the Fifth Dimension

Art Teacher from the Fifth Dimension

 

His ragged eyes,
scuttle about the classroom,
where he teaches aesthetics.

At an easel, he holds charcoal,
dirtying pure white,
waggling his round,
baby-sphere head.

He does not share the plate of cookies
the nice student brought.
He does not… Read full post »

Winter Warmth -  we walked into town

 

Wisdom Tea House - My daughter and I drank tea here, basking in the sunshine

 

Drainage - I was struck by how neatly these three drainage pipes lined up and how beautifully they shone in the light - like something sacred, rathe… Read full post »

JANUARY 26, 2014 10:06AM

Pies and Cakes

Pies and Cakes
 

A butter knife will open up your hand,
so don’t you mess around with them;
her hair bobs with each succinct word.

S is hero to my ten-year-old girl,
sister to the boss, whose arms
are palid spider legs.

His wife is a big fish
out of water, continually
surprised by the worl

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Rubber Tree Leaf 

The Railroad

 

The Old Wagon Wheel

 

Ice and Dry Grasses

 

Waves of Wood

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DECEMBER 29, 2013 9:41AM

Golden Wing

Golden Wing

“They flutter their wings in yearning and sing, “Come closer, my love.” Rabindranth Tagore



Do not judge me
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DECEMBER 12, 2013 5:15PM

Happy Holidays

Contemplative Angel, by Lucy Simpson - graphite on paper  Read full post »

DECEMBER 1, 2013 9:27AM

Twilight

Twilight


The German cuckoo cants the blue hours.
I sit at the Formica table, moored to it,
pondering the connection between Formica
and formica ants, while I finger
a glass swan figurine.

My tuxedo cat stretches against my thighs.
Dada sleeps on the sofa,
spindly legs stretched ou/… Read full post »

Self portrait - pixelated.   

I learned a lot in my drawing class.  My teacher was a real ass.  It takes a special person not to see that he or she has a room full of angry students. I couldn't bear watching him self-destruct his employment, so I went… Read full post »

 

 The navigation voice pronounced it as 'Santa Fu,' which made me think of holy pho.   We drove down 25, all the family loaded into the car, listening to Neil Gaiman books, the only audio books everyone can agree on, the whole way through dry scrub, past Trinidad at the… Read full post »