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Art, boyce thompson arboretum, mixed media, old dodge truck, painting, pastel, poetry, poetry exchange, south seattle community college
THE ANNUAL ART-POETRY COLLABORATION was on exhibit last month at South Seattle Community College. For me and other artists and poets it is also the imagination challenge. My interpretation of Lily Men-Sin’s poem “Hallucination” is above; a mixed media piece using photography, newspaper, and acrylic on gessoed chip board. The excitement for me, at least, is creating art that I would not have thought to create. I’m guessing the same is true for the poet’s as well. I hope that this tradition continues far into the future; it is an immensely enriching experience.
Hallucination
A crash Disturbs my presence I look over At a site that shocks me A conflagration Across the Seattle skyline The sight of my town Being annihilated into bits and pieces A great hullabaloo catches my attention Helicopters flying in circles But not helping put out my city I have never felt so malevolent I had a plan The fractious side of me has taken over I wanted the helicopter to go down Down and burn along with my city As I scamper over to a shop to take a weapon Someone bumps me Back into reality The crash I have heard, Were just kids skateboarding nearby I look over at my city And enjoyed the sweet simplicity of life —Lily Men-Sin
A pastel painting of an old abandoned Dodge truck was my submission to the poet. Lily wrote a poignant poem of remembrance. The painting was inspired by a photo I snapped an of old truck at the Boyce Thompson Arboretum near of Phoenix, Arizona several years ago.
This Old Dodge My grandfather’s truck was precious He would take me out on school nights For a smooth ride downtown On summer days we’d go out to a drive-in movie Laying on top of the hood After my grandmother died We took turns crying on each other’s shoulder Today, I have no one to cry with I have yet to shed a tear Trying to stay strong for my own sake Walking into my grandfather’s house Has never been so hard I take a step outside for a breather I walk around and spot an unfamiliar rocky trail I walk Walk Walk And walk Until the trail ends A rusty old blue dodge Parked ever so carelessly Buried inside uncut grass Memories overflow my brain My legs automatically walk slowly towards the car The loud screeching noise as I open the door Chase crows our of the trees that surrounds me My body perfectly matches the indented seat That he eventually made for being in this car so many times I open the glove box Tears deluge my eyes Inside is a candid picture my mother took Of me and my grandfather laughing hysterically Sitting on top of his precious old dodge On the back of the picture was a note he wrote “I love her more than this car. The older it gets, the rustier it is. While older she gets, the more beautiful and strong she is.” I cry Cry Cry And cry —Lily Men-Sin